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“You dare question me and my love and loyalty to our organization? The business that my family built?” I didn’t waste a beat and drove my steak knife into the table just a hair from where his hand rested. He jumped, and his mouth dropped open. “I never liked you, Diego, and to think I included you in our tour out of respect. Guess what?” I tossed my napkin on the table and pushed my chair back so hard it crashed to the floor. “You just lost it.”
“Oh,mio!” I heard his wife cry. “What did you do, Diego!”
Papa was right behind me and let out a loud laugh once we were back in the car.
“I’ve wanted to tell that little shit off for years, and you do it at one dinner.Figlio, I’m so proud of you.”
I sighed and backed out of the driveaway. “Now I don’t feel so bad about trying to drown him when I was eleven.”
“Who are we to get in the way of destiny?” Papa dripped with sarcasm.
Once back at the house, I made some calls and decided we should leave for Naples that night instead of waiting the few days we had originally planned. I couldn’t wait to get out of here.
“Where’s Sienna?” I asked Vinni, who had his face in his phone.
“Not sure. She left shortly after you. I figured Andrea and Francesco took her out for a walk or something just to clear her head.”
I pulled out my phone and called Mama. I wanted to hear what she’d found out from Sienna.
“How was dinner with Diego?” she asked.
“Interesting,” I grunted. “Where are you?”
“Well, um, we are out.”
“Out where?” I didn’t like that she was being vague, and the hair on the back of my neck warned me I wouldn’t like what I was about to hear.
“Sienna wanted to go visit the dockyard.”
“What?” I roared, making Vinni jump to his feet.
“No, Elio, hear us out.”
“Mama!”
“Elio Piero Capri, you will not talk over your mama,” she scolded me, and I swallowed back my next sentence out of respect to her. “Sienna needs to face her past and not let it overpower her. We came here, and she got the answers she needed. Now she and Francesco are correcting a wrong.”
Papa walked into the room and wanted to know what was going on. I held the phone away from my ear and wanted to kill someone.
“Please talk to Mama before I do something I’ll regret.” I handed him the phone and walked out of the room.
It wasn’t until Niccola was six months old that Greta finally left, and we were alone in the house. She hadn’t wanted to leave even then. She always hovered within earshot, never allowing me any privacy, but something big had happened in Sicily and her presence was being requested. She had no choice but to go.
“Mama and Abramo just left, and I’m about to go out as well.” Bosco tucked his hands into his pockets and leaned against the pillar on the porch as he watched our son. Niccola was in the swing while his nanny made him smile with her goofy faces. “I’ll be back later.”
“You always are,” I muttered low enough he couldn’t hear me.
“Maybe you could go in town, meet up with some people. Perhaps make some friends.”
Or maybe I cut the brake lines in your car, so you’d crash and burn on your way to your lover’s house.
“Yeah, maybe.” I kept my gaze on our son.
“It’s not healthy for you to be here alone all the time.”
“I’m hardly alone.” I half laughed, and he sighed, annoyed I was poking at his mother’s constant presence.
“It was just how the situation came about, Noemi. Mama’s old fashioned, and what we did was not the traditional way to have a child. But here we are, and she only wants what’s best for Niccola.”
