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And he had an ominous feeling that life would never be the same again the moment he took her home.
Walk away from her.
The insidious voice in his mind came out of nowhere, tempting him like the fucking devil.
Do it now...before it's too late.
His car came up at the entrance as the temptation to get rid of her grew.
One of his bodyguards opened the door for them, but instead of getting inside, she glanced up at him in askance.
Do I get in or not?
And for those who were not of their world, this would have meant nothing.
But for them who were famiglia?
Danger was ever-present if one were to let his guard down, and stepping inside a car, regardless of who owned it, was always a matter of trust.
Always.
And so for her to simply glance at him in askance was already Gazelle placing her trust in him.
No turning back now.
Because with that one glance, the voice inside his head was effectively silenced.
He was the Beast of New York, whom everyone else feared and ran away from.
Even when all he desired was to help—-
People often choose to trust the devil over him.
But she was different.
This girl who was the wife he had ignored for two years—-
She trusted him, and it was the most fucking precious gift anyone could have given him.
Journal Entry
Am I allowed to think my husband is handsome?
LORENZO'S CAR IS SOMETHING Giancarlo would have terribly approved of. It's black and not at all flashy, for one. And it's an SUV instead of a limo or something similarly difficult to maneuver. Vehicles for Giancarlo only mean two things: something to get you from Point A to Point B in the quickest and safest way possible. If it can't do either, then he doesn't care for it.
And Lorenzo's car?
Definitely something Giancarlo would approve of, especially with its bulletproof windows.
The realization gives me peace, and it nearly makes me smile. I know it's silly, but it's almost like having my oldest brother's blessing.
(And you'll give it one day, won't you? When you come back to us...Alive.)
My chest starts to tighten, but I refuse to dwell on the pain.
It's time to walk the talk, I tell myself.
If I truly believe that Giancarlo is still alive, I have to act like it, and my duty to famiglia is no different from my brothers'. We're to hold the fort until Giancarlo returns, whatever and however way we can.
