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Tears are streaming down his soot-ridden face, leaving flesh colored trails in their wake. I feel helpless as I watch him watch her die…
I know it’s coming…
And he does too…
His shirt is already soaked with her blood. She’s losing too much.. too fast…
“Your father…” she says. “He’s a Lorenzo…”
“What the hell are you saying?!” I can tell he’s confused. I can tell he’s hurting… physically…mentally…emotionally…
I’m confused, too.
“Edoardo’s father… is your father…” she gasps, her voice weaker by the second. “He’s the son he chose… and his mother is the woman he chose…”
Tony looks up at me, his eyes bloodshot, his face covered in sweat, blood, smoke, and tears…
He gulps and then looks back at her. I can tell by the clenching of his teeth that he’s trying to be strong.
But I can tell him, that this pain… is only the beginning….
She’s not gone yet.
That last breath…will be too much…
She wheezes again and coughs a long, drawn out cough. “He left me with a sack full of cash and a goodbye letter…” she scowls, but it’s the weakest scowl I’ve ever seen. She’s draining… quickly. “I’ve been bitter ever since. Hating him. Hating his wife. Hating the son he chose over mine…”
That’s why I always felt like he was familiar…
He looks ….like him….
But still, he didn’t feel like him. He didn’t act like him.
They were completely different men.
But… still, every ounce of me was drawn to Edoardo…
And every ounce of me is drawn to Tony.
“I wanted to take control of his family to get back at him…” Madam Rosa whispers faintly, blood filling her mouth now. I see it trailing from her lips. I choke back my own sob. An hour ago I wanted to kill this bitch myself, and now, I feel tears tugging painfully at the brim of my eyes. “But you understand hating the Lorenzos… you killed Edoardo…” She looks at me.
I shake my head…
“I didn’t kill Edoardo…” I sob. “I could never do that.”
I think it’s the first time I ever said that out loud.
I’d just let the rumors run amuck for so long…
They painted me as this badass… and that’s exactly what Edoardo wanted…
His final way of protecting me…
Of protecting the family…
A sort of, don’t-fuck-with-the-Mornios-or-the-Lorenzos kind of attitude..
I can’t help but look at Tony and his mom and be haunted with images of my father’s death…For Gabriele…
