He touches his hand to his chest and nods, then quickly jogs into the hospital. I tap my hand on the back of the car seat and then sit back, closing my eyes as I feel the sway of the traffic. Giuseppe is a good man, but putting his loyalty to the Family at risk like that was a moronic move. If his wife died, and he was driving me to some meeting with my father, would he still want to serve us? Would he not hold a grudge for life?
I tell myself that what just happened was a business decision, nothing more. After I’ve repeated that in my head enough times, it starts to feel true.
When I finally get to the office, I’m ready to erupt at Dad. Truthfully, I’m ready to erupt at anything. But my father has earned enough of my ire to start with him.
What more could he want from me? After everyth
