My father looks pleased.
“He was merely a scapegoat, but it was enough to demonstrate that I am more loyal to the Cosa Nostra than to my own family. That, darling, is why I am worthy of trust.”
“My uncle… My uncle never betrayed us?”
“Never. But he interfered with your mother’s obedience. Understand, piccola, I do not like obstacles, because it is tragic when a man ends up like Sartori. Mia was a witch, and her spirit haunts that man’s soul so deeply that he cannot see the advantages sitting directly beneath his nose.”
“And where is Mia and Massimo’s daughter?” I ask, my voice trembling beneath his macabre expression of satisfaction, pleasure, and victory.
“Funny how the greatest advantages are always within reach.”
At that moment, my father looks like a worse version of a monster fr
