I continue before she can answer.
“But the best option must be the one where you keep her running, day after day, from Nero and God knows how many other bastards who know where she came from. Just the two of you alone in the world.”
I exhale.
My voice catches, and the strength begins draining from my body.
A tear slips down my cheek.
Then several more follow.
Elinor stares at me.
She has never seen me cry in front of anyone but her.
Mia.
Hell.
“Valentina… you should listen to her,” Lorenzo says.
I frown, trying to understand why the hell he is defending her.
He should want her dead for abandoning the Cosa Nostra all those years ago.
“You think I’m being unfair?”
I glare at him.
“I probably am, but what does it matter anymore? I’m tired of the whole f*****g world thinking abo
