“Sometimes, I think my father was right,” he admits. “There’s a cost to this kind of life. The price isfamily.”
“That’s not true,” I insist. “Look at Enzo. He’s an amazing father.”
“Enzo works for a don. He’s not one himself. That changes everything.”
“Only if you let it,” I say firmly. “You’re the one with the power here.”
He smiles. “You say it like it’s easy.”
“Sometimes, it’s about making a decision. That is easy.”
I’m vaguely aware that the words coming out of my mouth are painfully ironic. And possibly evendisingenuous. But this conversation rings true.
I’m drawn to Lucio. And I’m starting to think that maybe he’s drawn to me, too.
We’ve both had painful pasts.
The odds stacked against us.
That has to mean something… doesn’t it?
Our eye contact is broken wh
