“So you think I can save you?”
“Exactly,” she confirms. “Can I trust you, Valentina?”
“Omertà,” I answer automatically, invoking our code of silence so she remembers the consequences of speaking carelessly. Besides, I still need to maintain the image of the obedient mafia princess loyal to her father and future husband.
“That only applies to outsiders. The code exists to protect the Family, not to use against it.”
“Do you really believe that?” I ask sarcastically because the code protects everyone from everyone. Outsiders and insiders alike.
“If I don’t believe it, then I can’t help you.” She sighs heavily, resigned to the condition we were born into.
“You have my word.”
“But I want something in return.”
I smile faintly because nothing ever comes free.
“Sorry, but I need help.”
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