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I gave Elena a brief rundown of what had happened with my parents, not delving too deeply into the actual facts, just the glossed over version.
"You sound like you care about him a lot."
"I love him." That was easy to admit. "I was five years old the day we met, twelve when I figured out that I was going to love him for the rest of my life. When I turned sixteen, he gave me my first kiss, and then my world ended."
Elena laid her hand over the top of mine when tears sprouted to my eyes. "What happened?"
I explained about my parents catching us kissing and then accusing Luca of raping me, how no one would listen to me when I said it didn't happen, and then how Luca had been sent off to prison.
"I never believed the things people had said about him. He is not the bad guy everyone seems to think he is. I've seen his heart and it's made of pure gold."
"You think the heart of a mafia don is made of pure gold?"
"I don't know anything about the mafia part, but I know Luca's heart, and it is made of pure gold."
"You really believe that."
"I know that," I said. "Luca is the best the world has to offer. I don't care what other people say. He has never done anything except love me."
Elena smiled and patted my hand. "You'll do, my dear."
"Huh?"
What the hell did that mean?
"Mrs. Sabatino," Maria said as she walked into the kitchen. "Did you want me to start preparing things for lunch?"
The blood drained from my face as I turned to face Elena. "Mrs. Sabatino? As in Luca's grandmother?"
Oh, the things I had said to this woman.
She smiled as she wagged her eyebrows. "Surprise."
Maybe I could climb into the cookie jar.
Chapter Fourteen
~ Luca ~
I hung up the phone and then dropped my head back and closed my eyes, just breathing. That had been one of the worst phone calls I'd ever had to make since becoming the head of the Sabatino family.
"What did he say?" my grandfather asked.
I opened my eyes and glanced at the man. "Vito has a lot on his plate right now. His Uncle Carmine is helping him, but still, they have fifty funerals to plan for and that's just the family members. On top of that, he has to arrange for new security since they lost thirty guards in the bombing."
"Well," Grandfather started as he stood, "if we learn anything, we can turn it over to them and let them decide what they want to do with that information."
"I suppose that is the least we can do," I said. "I still want to keep security up until we know who did this. I don't know if this attack was aimed only at the D'Angelo family or if it was something more."
"Sounds good."
My grandfather started to leave my study, but before he could reach the door, it slammed open. My hand automatically went to my gun until I saw Nico rushing into the room, his face as red as a beacon.
"Nico?" I caught him as he ran across the room and threw himself in my arms, burying his face in my neck. "What's wrong, cuore mio?"
Nico shook his head.
I frowned as I glanced up to Stefano. "What happened?"
