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The smell of roses suddenly makes me feel nauseous.
“Oh my God, Isabella,” Neomi yells, and I’ve never heard her voice so stern as she stares down her sister. “I told you not to go there.”
“Andsince when do I listen?” she asks before shifting her body to face me. “Plus, considering you haven’t removed that ring, I have a feeling you don’t hate your husband.”
Looking away from her, I down my wine and hold out the glass toward Bria for a refill. She pours it until it’s nearly spilling over the rim.
The Cavallaro girls are my new favorites to drink away misery with.
“You love him, don’t you?” Isabella whispers.
I gulp, debating whether to lie.
But right now, this is the closest thing to therapy I’ll ever get.
And, dammit, I need some fucking therapy.
“I do,” I croak out, my voice cracking.
“Aw,” both Bria and Isabella say.
Natalia covers her face with her hand, clasping it tight, and the pain is clear on her face. As best friends, if one is hurting, we’re both hurting.
Bria looks at Neomi. “Maybe you can talk to Benny?”
Neomi shakes her head. “In case all you traitors forgot, a Lombardishot me. Hard pass on having one in the family.” She holds out her hand. “No offense, Gigi.”
“His father’s man shot you. Not Antonio,” I correct, feeling protective of my captor-slash-husband. “Antonio had nothing to do with it. In fact, he stopped his father from doing it sooner or harming more of us.”
Everyone turns quiet.
Natalia carefully hands Enzo to Bria, then sits next to me, and pulls me into a hug. “I’ll talk to your father, okay? We’ll figure this out.”
I swipe at my eyes, hating that I’m getting emotional in front of so many people.
I’m not a crier.
Marchettis don’t cry in public.
Ew.
I stare down at my ring. “Will I be considered a widow when my father kills Antonio?”
My body turns cold at my morbid thoughts.
Amara won’t have a father.
I won’t have the love of my life.
The Lombardi family will either be a name of the past or a terror if Sonny takes over.
I wave my hand through the air. “Can we have a subject change, please?”
Enzo, already my little sidekick, understands that assignment. He spits up and then bursts into a fit of crying.
When the night is over, everyone is gone, and I’m no longer tipsy. Reality crashes through me. My sorrow transforms into anger.
Anger toward my father for making me feel like I’m on a leash.
