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He takes it back for a few seconds, in my eyes he sees that he can trust me, which makes him shake his head.
—No, I don't want to know anything about you Salvatore.
—And I understand, you don't need to give me the address of your new house, go and heal Leone.
"Thank you, I also came because I need money, even though Ginevra is managing it, now I don't have the face to tell her that I have to go," he mutters. She's going to want to visit me and I remember how much it hurt her to be rejected by you when our parents died. I don't want to tell her that I won't be there for her for a while, that I don't want to know anything about anyone in the family.
"Listen, I understand, I'll talk to her about it," I reassure him. You are my brother and no matter how mean I have been to you, I know that this hurts you, it hurts you and that you want nothing to do with us because every part of this house and our name reminds you of those you lost while this war continued.
I stand up so I can move one of the bookcases and put in the key to the safe. I take out several wads of bills that I put on the table, I take out some weapons and ammunition and I also place them on the flat surface where he rests his elbows. When I think it's more than enough, he gets up to give me a brotherly hug. When he separates, I lightly pat his shoulder.
—You don't have to explain, I'll take care of this.
-I'm sorry.
-Because?
"For the same reason," he justifies. You are always the one who takes care of everything, the one who looks after everyone and we minimize that. That's what I understood and I'm sorry again for being so shitty to you without realizing that you always gave everything for us and now that you might want us together, you can't.
—I don't need us to always be together, I'm more concerned about your health, your comfort, and if one of these days you all want to leave, you will always remember that the doors of my house will be open.
-Thank you.
"It's nothing brother," I squeeze his shoulder, "I hope to see you soon."
—I hope so anyway, Salvatore.
He takes his things and then gives me a warm smile, one that I had not seen since his daughter's death. He leaves and I go against the window at a slow pace to see how he already had his suitcases ready. He puts them in his car, talks to the bodyguards who were preparing to accompany him, however, he rejects their support.
He repairs the house in which we grew up for a few moments, nods and gets in so he can leave. Whatever happens, I hope that the time he takes will help him heal because my brother deserves it. I know very well that he does not see his future as always being someone in the mafia. He wants something more solid that will fill his soul every day. wake up and don't think that you have work to do which consists of laying out plans to kill people.
I take the dog in my arms and she just lies on my chest. I walk through the house until I reach our room where Adam is checking Emily's lungs. I am immediately surprised to see him bent over in bed with a smile and tired eyes. , but he smiles at me.
—How is my princess?
—Fighting to heal.
"That's admirable." I approach her, sinking into the side of the bed. Are you being honest with Adam?
—Yes, I told him that it hurts when I breathe.
That ultimately baffles me, Adam continues with the practice making her breathe, he wears an oxygen mask with the two sticks entering through his nose. She makes her lie down and Cookie immediately seeks her out for some cuddles, taking her hand to bring her knuckles to my lips.
—We will get through this, if you need treatment we will take it together, I will give you all the support necessary for you to heal.
—That's very nice of you.
—It's because I love you, Emily.
"I know, I do it too," he clears his throat. And your brothers?
—We'll talk about them, you were brave, don't doubt that one of these days I will propose to you because more than one man would die to have you.
"I confirm," adds Adan, making Emily smile. It was a joke, Don.
—I know, because my wife is already taken, she is mine.
-I know.
