That’s all.
He sets the note down.
Looks at me.
“He knows who you are.”
“Yes.”
“He knows where she is.”
“Yes.”
Dante’s hand on my shoulder tightens.
“Then we end this.”
He stands.
Pulls me up with him.
I’m still shaking.
He doesn’t let go of my shoulder.
“Marco. Get everyone. Back room. Five minutes.”
Marco’s gone.
Dante looks at me.
“You’re going to tell me everything. Not later. Now. In the back room. Everything you’ve been carrying for three years.”
I nod.
“And then we’re going to protect her. Together. As a family.”
He stops.
“He wants war with the Santoros? He gets war. But he doesn’t touch her. Not while we’re breathing.”
The back room.
The entire family is here.
Dante at the head of the table. Cassia next to him. The folder of intake open in front of her. The bump full under her silk robe. Her hair down.
Renzo across from them. Pants pulled on fast. White t-shirt. Hair still shaped like the pillow. His mouth is hard. Pulled out of bed for war.
Giada at Cassia’s right. Scrubs. Hair tied back. She’s been with Mila.
Marco at the door. Arms crossed. Capo stance.
Izzy next to Giada. Laptop open. Hair in a knot. Sleeves shoved. She’s already running traces.
The cross is on the table in the center.
Yelena’s cross.