it weren't for my father's dying wish to see y

n his face as a single tra

sank as his grip tightened on

ked me, then winked coldly and said, "Per

him, but he caught my wrist tightly and barked, "I don't have time for your shit,

piccolo gatto-it remi

out of my face! I'm not

ve the desire to take you anywhere. Believe me, you slut. My Mila, the littl

d added, "You're just a shadow,

lung to since I was four years old. Even though he was ten y

t until I turned twelve. That was when Papa Gerald sco

ow he'd wrap me in his blanket like I was a li

ok just for me because I said I was hungry. He played every g

she said Luca wasn't right for me. I was furious. A few months later, Papa Ger

s have changed. He was ba

irmly, "Yes... there's

and black pupils-no, deeper-into my soul.

ng to the United States! And we're

the living room as he walked back

ard glare toward Marco, who was leaning car

r? We're going to celebrate your birthday with his kids tomorrow," I said, trying to sound

is kids... but I don't like him. He always tries to kiss you w

he response I

on't do that again," Marco said,

und confident and strong. As much as I hated Peter Jones's behavior, he was a wido

esting," L

t it! I won't have gangster business in my home. Get

elters and on the streets-you would've ended up there if he hadn't taken you in

ssly, if they wanted to. They weren't even surprised by Angelo's existence, as if

Nostra-and power had grown even h

nted me to go willingly. Maybe

all. And I won't s

man who raised me. Besides, I need to ask them the secret

ed through my e

me to find out who was