Kyra
Later that evening, before dinner, and after the boys dragged me off to their room where they showed me all their figurines, cars, BB guns, the targets where their BB’s hit during their training, and their throwing knives, I contemplated everything I'd learned. The boys were trained like we were at the Underground, just on a smaller scale at the moment because they were so young. Gio was Billy’s heir and Marco was his right hand, like Hanna and Tiffany. Billy had pulled me aside. He took me to the quiet sitting room and gestured to a chair for me to sit in. He sat across from me.
“You don’t feel left out, do you?” he asked a little anxiously. I could see worry in his eyes as he studied my face.
“About what?” I was a little confused.
“Well, your role in the family? Hanna and Ti
