Silver's POV

After Ashton picked me up he drove us to my house which was only a few blocks from his. As he parks in the driveway and we enter my house I can feel the tension of the upcoming conversation. In an attempt to dispel the pressure I walk into my kitchen and grab a container of Chocolate Chip Macadamia Nut Cookies from my pantry and set some out on a plate handing it to my brother. He took the cookies and dug in as he helped himself to a glass of milk.

"So what happened?" He asked around a mouthful of cookies.

Calmly I sat down at the little island in the middle of the room. "I had a one night stand." I stated as I watched Ashton's face to gauge his reaction.

"His face brightened up before he frowned. "That's I-wait. Are you going to tell Mark?"

"Well you see," I looked down, chuckling nervously. "It's kind of because of Mark that it happened."

"You mean he told you to have sex with another man? Or did he force you to?" He growled, becoming more and more protective with each passing second.

"No. Mark ran off with another chick." I flinched as I heard those words come out of my mouth.

"He did what?" he yelled trying to calm himself by taking deep breaths. "Did he say why?"

"Something about me not being up to his standards of women." I mutter looking away from my brother as the pain of that night, merely two days ago, clouded my mind.

"THAT SON OF A BITCH!" Ashton ground out as his temper flared over the top and he could no longer contain it. "I'm going to kill that no good, low life, bastard. He will regret ever hurting you."

Before I could say anything Ashton took off towards the door. Running to keep up with him I grab his arm and pull back. "Ashton please don't. He's not worth it. Besides, occhio per occhio lascia il cieco mondo (an eye for an eye leaves the world blind)."

"You're right, sorella (sister). He isn't worth it." As he calmed down he began to smile mischievously. "So. Che ne dici Una notte sola, sorella (How about that one night stand, sister)?"

Blushing, I look down. Feeling my face turn into a tomato I suddenly become very interested in the non-existent lint on my camisole. "It was-er-bene (good)?"

"Only good?"

"Meraviglioso (wonderful), actually." I commented suddenly becoming more confident as my brother looked upon me with pride.

"Quella è mia sorelle (That's my sister)!" He exclaimed in Italian as he danced around my house and back into the kitchen where he ate the rest of the cookies.

Ethan's POV

Waking up I become increasingly aware of the pounding in my head. Groaning, I pull a pillow over my head in a failed attempt to ease the pressure. Suddenly my senses were assaulted by the most feminine and delicious smell I had ever had the pleasure of being enveloped in. It was a combination of honey, rain, and women. There was a hint of something else but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It smelled of home.

Opening my eyes I look at the tousled blankets on my bed. I remember that there had been a beautiful Italian woman with me last night. But I couldn't seem to recall her leaving my bed. She must have gotten up before me. Climbing out of bed I start walking towards my kitchen where I heard the sounds of pans being moved around.

"Good morning, la mia amica del cuore (my sweetheart)." I smiled looking towards the noise only to be disappointed when it turned out to be my mother.

"Expecting someone else,figlio (son)?" She asked, arching a brow as she looked at me in amusement.

"Sì (yes)." I replied simply entering the kitchen and walking towards her. I asked, "What are you doing here mother?"

"Is it a crime for a mother to want to check up on her only son? Her only child to be exact?" She feigned innocence as she grinned at my annoyed expression.

"It is when I haven't seen you in almost two years." I ground out trying to stay calm.

"Oh." she said in disappointment as hurt and sorrow flashed across her features before settling back to her playful expression. "Okay. Well the truth is I wanted you to know that I am moving back to New York."

"Why?" I demand glaring at her in annoyance.

"Because I deemed it was time to come back to New York and try to patch up our relationship. I would like to make it up to you and your father. "She replied looking serious. But with her you just never knew.

"Father's dead." I growl out harshly. "And I think it's about time you left."

Guilt and grief contorted her face until she softly spoke. "I see that I have overstayed my welcome. Call me if you can ever possibly forgive me."