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"But why didn't you just talk to me about it?" she challenged, seeking understanding.
I sighed, realizing the depth of her frustration of not knowing what was going on.
"Why now?" she pressed.
I shook my head, knowing that there was still so much at risk.
"I'm telling you now because I was afraid you might be in danger," I confessed, my voice heavy with regret. "I was also afraid that if I approached you directly, you wouldn't want to listen. This way, you had no choice but to hear me out."
Griselda looked at me, a mixture of emotions playing across her face. It was an incredibly difficult situation, and I wish I could have handled it differently but at this moment, being honest was the only choice I had left.
She still didn’t speak, so I pressed on. "It was a difficult decision, and I acted on instinct, but now, I promise to be honest with you and tell you everything."
Griselda looked at me warily, her eyes searching mine for sincerity.
"The truth?" she asked cautiously.
"Yes," I said firmly. "I'll tell you everything: no more secrets, no more half-truths. I want you to know that I genuinely care for you, and I will do everything in my power to keep you safe."
"Alright," she said in a cautious tone.
I gestured for her to sit on the couch, and I took a seat across from her, gathering my thoughts.
Enzo lingered nearby, clearly still wary, but I signaled that it was fine for him to leave. He shot me one last concerned look before closing the door behind him.
Griselda was leaning forward slightly, her eyes locked onto mine. I took a deep breath, my gaze steady as I began to unveil the truth.
"I truly am part of the mafia," I stated plainly, watching her reaction.
Her face contorted into a mix of disbelief and shock, and her mouth opened slightly as if to speak, but no words came out. I continued, wanting to explain as best as I could.
"I belong to the Fiore family, one of the strongest mafia families. We're engaged in a long-standing feud with the Mancini family, a rivalry that has lasted for decades."
She took a moment, processing the information. I could see the disbelief in her eyes.
"Your father...?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded solemnly. "My father is the current don, the head of the Fiore family. I'm the youngest son, with an older brother who is the heir to the family legacy."
I could see her struggling to grasp the reality of what she was hearing, and I braced myself for her reaction. Her eyes bore into mine, and she leaned forward.
"I could get you arrested," she threatened.
I understood her anger and fear, but I couldn't help but chuckle bitterly.
"You could try, Griselda," I said, "but the harsh reality is that it would be a futile endeavor."
Hearing her threaten to have me arrested felt like I had been stabbed in my already wounded heart. I had known that the truth wouldn't be easy for her to accept, but her words cut deeper than I had anticipated.
Her gaze turned sharp, anger now battling with curiosity.
"Why?" she demanded.
I sighed, choosing my words carefully. "Because my family, the Fiore family, has connections and power that reach far beyond what you can imagine. We have people in law enforcement, in the judicial system, and even in politics. Attempting to expose me would not only endanger your own life but also those of your loved ones."
“You’ll hurt those I care about?”
“No,” I answered truthfully. “But my father will.”
