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“So what happens now with the Petrovs?” I ask hesitantly.
“In what way?”
“I shot the head of the Russian Bratva’s brother!”
“He was nothing in the grand scheme of things. Aleksi hates him and was on the hunt to track him down after the shit he has pulled with his own daughter. There is no love lost, Valentina. I will sort all of that out.”
“So, there’s no turf war over it?”
He chuckles darkly. “No, not if I can help it.”
I think he’s just saying that to spare my feelings. That’s why he’s Angelo Medici, the King of Boston. He’ll protect his own to the death.
He’s seen and done it all before. I’m like a little rookie in comparison.
“I’m pretty impressed with your shooting skills, little sister, I have to say.”
I bite my lip and close my eyes, thinking back to that moment. “Yes, I shot someone,” I say, still unable to believe it.
“You’re a Medici through and through. I don’t like the thought of it, but you did good, kid.”
We sit there for what seems like an eternity in complete silence.
“No matter what, V, you’ll always be safe,” he murmurs. “It’s what we do.”
I feel the onset of tears again at his words and the enormity of this situation.
Enzo has to make it through this. I don’t know how to survive if he doesn’t. “And next time you need something or to talk about things, no matter how hard they may seem, you come to me. I’m your brother. I’ll always be there for you.”
I glance up at him as I pull a tissue out ofmy pocket and dab my face. “Thank you, Angelo. You’ve always been a great brother to me, even when you’re overbearing and won’t let me do anything.”
He chuckles softly. “All to keep you safe, little sister, and I’d do it again, in a heartbeat.”
I know he would. I know he would stop at nothing, the same as Enzo, to look after me. He’s been doing it his whole life. For that, I am grateful.
We both hear a shuffle behind us at the same time and turn to look. It’s Marco.
He looks gray, looming in the doorway, and it sends the fear of God straight through my bones.
“There’s news,” he says, his eyes flashing. “You’d better both come quickly.”
So much for chapels being sanctimonious.
28
ENZO
Blackness surrounds me.It feels like I’m dreaming a faceless dream, one that continues and has no end. The current took me under, held me under, and kept me there, slowly drowning. Then there was nothing, just stillness.
Time seems to go on forever where there is no beginning and there is no end.
Just darkness.
While it’s peaceful, I also don’t want to be here.
I hear a voice in the distance, becoming louder and louder.
“Papà, vieni a vedere.”Daddy, come watch me.I hear a little boy’s voice talking in Italian. “Papà! Papà!”
