Lorenzo Vitale
Living in the Mafia—and leading it—requires a level of loneliness that we sometimes refuse to acknowledge.
I know that if we don't strengthen our bonds today and expand our circle of trust, we won't have anything to lean on during the hardest days.
And damn it, today is one of them.
I trusted Valentina and gave her time to return that trust, but I never expected a blow like this.
She arrived at our wedding night carrying a mission to kill me.
I desperately want to believe she isn't involved, assuming everything she's told me is true, but confessing it could also be a way to save herself.
I glance at her briefly and see her curled up near the headboard, shaken by having revisited her memories.
Yet there isn't a trace of fear in her posture.
Valentina stands stripped
