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I told him I loved her, but he was so sure I was lying. He was so confident I would’ve said anything for my freedom, only to return to New York to unravel his leadership.
He was so sure of himself that when he handed me the divorce papers, offering me a way out of Chicago and out of their lives, he believed I’d take the opportunity.
I wanted to tell him that Lorenzo wouldn’t fucking care who killed Edoardo. They have their own secrets. Fuck. Vincent killed his own brother to protect the family. Maybe I should’ve told him that so he had something on New York to alleviate his worries. But I’m not about that life. My word is important to me. As is my loyalty. To Caruso, but more importantly, to mywife.
I don’t know what changed his mind. I don’t know what he saw in my face when he flashed Sia’s desire for a divorce in my face, but it was enough to make him believe that I wasmaybetelling the truth. He took a gamble, but that wasn’t for meorChicago. It was for his sister because, above everything, Salvatore Bianchi loves his sister.
He’d gamble the possibility of his downfall if there was a chance Sia could be happy.
“I don’t know whether I trust you anymore, Diego. You seemprettycontent here in Chicago.”
Lorenzo smirks at his brother’s teasing.
Like always, I ignore Leonardo, leaning back in my chair. “We’ll be back in New York next week. We plan on hanging around for a few months. Sia will go back and forth as needed, of course, but I’ll be available for whatever you need.”
Lorenzo nods once, checking his phone for the umpteenth time.
“Everything okay?”
“I haven’t heard from Vincent. Bianca should’ve had the baby by now.”
Caterina flew back to New York a few days ago, wanting to make sure she was there for the birth of her niece or nephew. Salvatore looked ready to lock her in a cellar. I’m certain the asshole thinks she won’t come back.
“Labor can go for days, Enzo. Chill.”
“I should be there.”
Leo and I share a look.
“In the delivery room?” Leonardo tests.
His brother scowls. “At the hospital.”
“I’m sure that’s exactly what Bianca wants. The head of the family hovering over her after she pushes a watermelon out of her vagina.”
“Jesus, Leonardo.”
“What?” He holds his hands up. “It’s true. You’re acting ridiculous. Diego made an ID on the bitch with the Irish, and you’re focused on holding your best friend’s hand while his wife is in labor.”
“How has no one killed you?” Enzo pinches the bridge of his nose.
Leonardo’s laugh booms through the house. “You’d all fucking miss me too much.”
“Ainsley O’Brien.” I pass the tablet to Lorenzo. “She’s Oisin’s cousin.”
Lorenzo frowns, finger sliding over the screen as he reads everything I’ve been able to dig up on the elusive brunette. “Makes sense.”
“It does?” I ask.
Lorenzo drops the tablet to the couch, swearing under his breath.
“My first ever kill was at the age of nine, but you likely already know that.”
I dip my chin, confirming as much. Martina Caruso was brutally raped, and then her nine-year-old son was dragged into the room to watch as her killer slit her throat. The Irish soldier thought nothing of young Lorenzo as he left him alone with his mother’s lifeless body. Lorenzo shot the asshole in the back.
“The man I killed was Oisin’s uncle. I think his daughter is finally seeking her retribution.”
Leonardo watches his brother carefully. His lips pressed into a thin line of concern.
