Not every single one of his decisions is based on logical reasons. We disagreed on that point additional help facing an opponent like Dante Cavallaro would have been very appreciated, but like Luca, Remo let emotions get in the way of rational decisions.įabiano frowned. “We don’t need it,” Remo insisted, dark eyes hardening. If he works with us, we can guarantee safe transport through our territory and in return he promises us to stay out of our fight with Dante Cavallaro. His smugglers lose too much of the shit before it reaches the East Coast. Luca needs to import drugs, but he can’t because we hold the west and Dante holds the middle. Drugs are still his main business, and our contact in his lab tells us they can’t produce enough for the increasing demand. “He wanted to protect his property, his wife, but he’s still a businessman, and we have good arguments for cooperation. “He will kill me the moment I set foot in his territory, trust me. “You do remember what I told Luca last time I saw him? I doubt he’ll have any kind of interest in working with us after that,” Fabiano muttered, pacing the room.

My only consolation was that I doubted he could break me more than I already had been all those years ago. It hadn’t stopped my abuser many years ago. Our maid, who had never come to my aid, cleaned them. There had been no presentation of the sheets back then. Lots of blood, pain, terror, and begging. There had been blood the first time, the second time, and even the third time. Standing a few steps in front of the bed, my eyes swept over the white sheets-sheets my family expected to the see stained with my blood in the morning. I was scared of being close to a man, to any man, especially this man-my husband. Six years had passed, but the memories still woke me at night. Nino released me, and I quickly created distance between us, moving toward the bed. Painfully ripped from me.įear, acute and raw, clawed at my chest as my husband led me into our room for the night and closed the door to the grinning faces of his brothers. I was never given the chance to be a virgin.

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