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“Everything I said that day when I left. I lied, because I thought me leaving would give you a better life.”
Numbness filled me and the pressure that built up in my chest made me forget to breathe.
My lips parted. What was he saying to me?
“Gio, you said you didn’t love me.” My eyes filled with tears. Maybe out of everything he said even telling me he was with other women, that was what hurt the most.
He shook his head. “I lied. I lied about the whole thing. It was my fault Marshall got himself killed and I didn’t want to fuck up your life too.”
He cupped my face.
“It was a lie?”
He nodded. “Get dressed.”
“Where are we going?”
“Out.”
Chapter 12
Gio
It was like we just picked up where we left off.
Right from that last time when we were together.
The very last time I got to indulge on her perfect body.
The only difference was the place since we weren’t at my house. We were at a hotel on main in the penthouse suite. After a forever without her I wasn’t about to grab any old room and continue my indulgence on the woman I’d wanted my whole life. She was the woman whose face I saw everywhere. The one woman I tried so hard to forget. All it took was the sight of a girl with raven hair and then I’d remember her. I shamelessly tried to replace her with others, seeing her face in the faces of women I’d been with. I was such an idiot. Nothing could replace her. Nothing and no one ever could.
This was my Lyssa Carson.
Her …
Lyssa.
Then nineteen, now twenty-eight and the mother of my child.
I couldn’t believe I was with her.
I was indulging on her and indulging on my selfishness. Selfish, because I was an even worse man than I had been when I left. So much worse and wanting the same thing I had wanted that day back when I was with her like this.
I wanted to take her back to Chicago. I wanted to take them both, her and Matthew back to Chicago. To live out the dream I wanted, because damn when I asked her before I saw myself with her and the future; our future together. I wasn’t just asking her to come shack up with me in the little apartment I had back then. I saw myself with her in our own house. When I looked at this girl, she made me see that whole vision with the house, the porch with the potted plants, a front board swing, white picket fence, and our child playing with the family dog.
All of that was what I saw. I saw us together, and I hoped we could be even more and have a family.
I had my dream—I had her and I had a son—me.
It would be careless now to take them back to my dark world in Chicago, putting them in danger and I couldn’t leave them there. I couldn’t leave them here either, it wasn’t an option.
So, what did that leave me with?
Stay for good? Stop being a mobster?
It ran deeper than that and I didn’t know if that was possible. Luc had done it. Luc gave up the business for Amelia, but realistically he gave up the practical parts of being involved in the business.
Danger however would always follow them both, because of who they were. It would be the same for me just worse, because Claudius and The Four were known for being notorious. Luc was a badass, ruthless, and merciless, but in comparison to us he was the gangster with heart.
