Page 185 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

She wanted him home, too.

“Anything you’re concerned about?” the doctor asked.

“My rib is still kind of sore,” Cross admitted.

“That can sometimes happen when CPR is preformed correctly. Thank Mr. Marcello as often, and as loudly, as he will allow.”

“Yes, Cross. Thank me often, and loudly.” Dante didn’t even bother to hide his smirk. “It’s amusing. I learned CPR because we had a pool, and young children. I kept it up over the years just because. I certainly didn’t think the first time I would have to use it would be on you, Cross.”

God, it killed him to do it.

Dante had saved him.

So, he supposed it didn’t kill him at all.

“Thank you,” Cross said.

Again.

“And me,” Zeke piped up, “for pulling your ass out of the water.”

Cross nodded, and locked gazes with his best friend.

Ride or die.

Zeke always had his back.

“Couldn’t have swam a bit faster?” Cross joked.

Zeke flipped his middle finger up. “Be grateful I jumped into that mess at all. Took two pieces of shrapnel to my shoulder, asshole.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m just—”

“Being a shit,” Catherine interjected.

“Exactly that.”

Zeke put out his fist, and Cross bumped it with his own.

Calisto smiled faintly up at Wolf as the man came to stand beside his friend and boss. Cross had always thought it was odd how he had found his most loyal friend in the son of the man who never betrayed his father over the years.

Or, maybe it wasn’t strange at all.

Cross would be just fine.

Especially as a Cosa Nostra boss.

With a woman like Catherine, a family like his, friends like Zeke, and men like the ones surrounding him?

Cross was born for this.

He didn’t know anything different.

He didn’t want to.

Once the doctor was gone from the room, Dante cleared his throat. “I figured I should stop by and let you know what was happening with Chicago.”

“Pretty sure that’s still your mess to clean.”