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“Well, there would be terms.” He studied me. “You could too, Roman. We could both leave this life we never wanted but live because it was forced on us. You’d still be powerful in this territory. You could work with the Irish and maintain your stronghold.” He paused. “A fake figurehead.”

My mind reeled. I shook my head. “Luca, this would take incredibly thorough, lengthy planning. Agreements. So much change.”

“Change is good.” He gripped the back of his chair. “I want a different life, Roman. I want to know my kids. Love them. I do not want them to have this legacy. I don’t want to be a part of it anymore. If you don’t support me in this, then you can have it all.”

I stood. “Let’s not jump to conclusions. We need to sit and plan this all out. Talk about it. Bring Aldo in on the conversation.”

He nodded. “Yes. But first, you have another conversation that has to happen.”

“Yes.”

He looked at me. “Think before you speak to her, Roman. Women need to hear the words. To feel reassured that they are loved.”

“And if I don’t love her?”

He lifted his eyebrows. “I think you need to think long and hard about that denial.”

“I have the utmost respect for her. I enjoy her company. We suit physically. Isn’t that enough?”

He shrugged as he walked toward the door. “You tell me.”