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“But there’s something I want to ask you,” Mauro says, his voice soft. “I’d like to get to know you. Do you think you could find some time to meet with me sometime? For a drink? Dinner, maybe? We’re both businessmen. It won’t be strange if someone sees us together.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Thank you,” he says. “That’s all I ask. I know your mother was afraid, so she didn’t want to risk telling me. If her husband had found out, he would’ve killed both her and you. But I still regret that we didn’t get a chance to really meet each other. I hope it’s not too late for that.”
“I don’t know. I need time.” I end the call and stare at the phone.
My family is still my family.
This changes nothing.
It can’t change the way I feel about them.
I still have to avenge their deaths.
I was raised to be a Bellini, and I’ll always be a Bellini.
Chapter 43
DAYS, WEEKS, AND MONTHSfly by so quickly that I’m pretty sure someone is stealing my time. I’m about ten minutes late when I reach the restaurant where Emilia waits for me.
As soon as she spots me, her lips spread into a wide smile.
“Hey, you!” She waves at me.
“I’m so sorry. I thought I had enough time, but—” I give her a quick hug.
We take a seat, and my guards settle at the table right next to ours. I can’t go anywhere without them, but at least I can go out whenever and wherever I want.
“Tell me. What’s up with you? I miss our daily talks, but I get that you’re busy,” Emilia says.
“I miss talking to you too, but there’s always something I have to do.”
When the waitress comes, I order a burger.
Emilia stares at me as if I sprouted a second head.
