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I shake my head. "Not that it makes me feel any better to hear you say that." I pick up the phone and head back into the living room. "I’m not sure what I want anymore."
"Do you want him?"
"What kind of a question is that?"
"Well, do you?"
"Of course, I do." I huff.
"So why aren’t you with him?"
"After what he did? After how he publicly humiliated me?"
"You wanted him to forgive you for the mistake you made when you made a deal with his brother."
"I did that because I felt trapped, okay. I didn’t mean it."
"Maybe he didn’t mean it either? Maybe he loved you so much that the thought of you having betrayed him was too much for him," she scans my features, "and then he did come after you at the airport, didn’t he?"
"Whose side are you on?"
"Yours, babe, always."
"So why are you defending him? Is it because he’s part of the Mafia and because you owe them?"
"Yes, I owe the Sovranos my life, but that’s not why I am saying it. Hell, I’m the first to say that you should never tolerate their machismo behavior."
"Yet you work for them," I point out.
"And I make sure that they never take me for granted. I hold my own against each of them, and don’t tell me that you haven’t noticed."
"They do respect you," I say slowly. "I see that. Even Nonna treats you with deference."
"I had my fair share of run-ins with each of them, including Nonna, when I first started as Michael’s housekeeper."
"And how did that work out?"
"Hell, I threatened to quit, and Michael allowed me to leave. But then he and the rest of them found out just how good I was at my job." She snorts. "Turns out, finding someone who enjoys housekeeping, does it well, and knows how to be discreet with what they see is a tall order."
"One which you fill with great excellence."
"It’s why Michael told me to also manage Christian’s home."
"Oh, yeah?" I snort. "Don’t tell me he hasn’t found someone else to fill his bed and cook his food and clean his house by now?"
"The man is a mess, Aurora."
I don’t care. I don’t care. I glance away, and Cass sighs.
"All I’ll say is that he misses you, and he regrets what he did to you. You wanted him to listen to you and forgive you; can’t you do the same for him?"
I bite down on my lower lip. "I want to… Honestly. A part of me knows that I’m being unreasonable, but somehow, I can’t bring myself to forgive him completely."
"Make him grovel."
"What?"
"Make him beg for your forgiveness, make him be properly ingratiating, make him… I don’t know, make him apologize profusely, enough to soothe your ego, so it becomes easy to forgive him."
