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Dario’s eyes move between Renzo and me, then he says, “Something’s changed between the two of you.”
“Renzo doesn’t want to kill me anymore,” I answer.
Dario lets out a chuckle. “That’s good to hear.” He glances between us again. “Seems the saying is true, there’s a fine line between love and hate.”
“Don’t you have work to do?” Renzo asks as he pulls his arm away from me and climbs to his feet.
“Yeah, but I can always spare some time for you.”
I get up, and without saying a word, I head up the stairs so the men can catch up without me.
I walk into my room and head straight for the sliding doors. Opening them, I step out on the balcony and glance up at the sky.
There’s a fine line between love and hate.
Is that what’s busy happening between Renzo and me? Are the lines blurring?
Renzo
When the Bentley comes to a stop at the cemetery, I open the door and climb out. Glancing at the line of cars as they pull up behind us, I walk around the back and open the other rear passenger door so Skylar can climb out.
“Stay next to me,amo,” I murmur before I head to the back of the hearse.
Everything feels eerily familiar as I open the rear doors and look at the black casket that holds Harlan Davies’ remains.
I glance at the other hearse holding Louisa’s casket and wait for my men to join me before I split them into two groups.
I take the lead with Harlan’s casket, and when we start to walk toward the grave, Skylar falls in beside me.
There’s no one else at the funeral. Just Skylar, me, and my men.
When I asked her why she didn’t want to invite anyone else, she said it was because there was no one.
She has no living relatives, and she didn’t want anyone from the business world to attend. After the funeral, a press release will be issued, saying her father passed away from a heart attack.
I’ve taken care of the death certificate, and the coroner on our payroll filed the cause of death as a heart attack, so no one will question the story Skylar tells the press.
So it’s just us. A group of criminals and Skylar.
We position Harlan’s casket over the grave, and I watch as my men gently set the other casket down. Skylar wanted Louisa close to her parents’ graves.
My men move back to keep an eye on the surrounding area while Skylar says goodbyes to her father and Louisa.
My gaze settles on the headstone next to the open grave.
Sadie Davies.
Hoping it will make Skylar feel better, I say, “Your dad’s been reunited with your mom. Try to think of them happily together again.”
She nods, her face way too fucking pale.
The past few days, she’s been through a rollercoaster of emotions, and I pray to God the funerals will give her some closure.
There’s no priest to say any final words because the Davies family wasn’t religious. It’s something I learned about Skylar when I asked her whether I should arrange for Father Parisi to attend.
Feeling someone has to say something, I clear my throat and murmur, “Harlan Davies was a good man. I’ve never seen a father love his daughter the way he loved you, Skylar. I respect the lengths he was willing to go through to keep you alive.”
A soft sob comes from Skylar, and I wrap my arm around her shoulders.
