Page 123 of When She Unravels
My subsequent laugh trails off when my gaze falls on Martina.
Judging by the dark shadows under her eyes, she’s still not back to herself. Ras offers her some wine, and she nods. When Gemma whispers something to Martina, a small smile appears on the younger woman’s face, but it’s tinged with sadness. She needs to heal, and it will take some time. She carries a weight, just like I did. It’s something she’ll have to confront one day. When she’s ready, we’ll be here for her.
Once Gemma settles in beside me, I reach over and take her hand. It’s still so surreal that she’s here. Damiano flew her here in his private plane after managing to convince my father to allow her to visit for a few days. In exchange, he offered more favorable terms on the luxury counterfeit deal they’re going to sign once Sal is out. They’ve begun negotiations so that when Damiano takes over, it can be ready to go into effect.
Damiano’s smart—he figured out exactly how to manipulate my father. Tie it back to his business interests, and he can suddenly become a far more reasonable man.
Earlier, I tried to talk to Gemma about her engagement to Rafaele Messero, but she brushed me off. It seems it worries me more than it worries her. She wouldn’t let me linger on the topic. Instead, she begged me to tell her about what happened between Lazaro and I. Eventually, I did. I told her everything. We cried together, clinging on to each other until our tears had dried. I’ve never seen her as angry as when I told her our parents knew all about it and refused to do anything. She said they’d never get away with doing something like that again, and I think she’s right. Once Damiano’s influence is cemented over my father, I’ll be able to protect my siblings.
The conversation at the table flows with ease. We talk about lighthearted things up until Ras gets a call just as the plates are being cleared for dessert.
When he returns, his posture is rigid, and his lips are pressed into a thin line.
Damiano stands. “What happened?”
“We’ve received the first shipment from Garzolo. It’s enough for us to cut the others off. They’re waiting for your go-ahead.”
I press my napkin to my lips. We’ve talked about Damiano’s plan often enough for me to know this is the point of no return. As soon as he stops accepting drugs from Sal’s supplier, Sal will know something’s going on.
And then it’ll become a game of who loses the confidence of the key clan members first.
I don’t expect Damiano to turn to me, but he does. “I need to talk to you for a minute.”
I follow him inside until we’re in his office. He shuts the door behind him and comes to stand in front of me. “You know what will happen when I give that order.”
“I do.”
His eyes search my face. “I know it’s only been a few days, but I need to know what you’re thinking before I make this move. If you have anything you want to say, speak now.”
I bring my fingers up to his cheek. “I think it’s time you take back what’s yours.”
He inhales. It’s an answer, but not the one he’s looking for. “And you?”
A clock ticks loudly on the wall, and it only makes me realize how fast my pulse is racing. “And I’ll be by your side for all of it. As your wife.”
Damiano shuts his eyes and angles his face to kiss the tips of my fingers. He pulls me into his chest. “You don’t know what this means to me.”
When his lips find mine and his tongue slips into my mouth, it feels like coming home.
The first real home I’ve ever had.
“You know what I’ll have to do to become the new don,” he says after a while. “It won’t be the first or last time.”
He’ll have to kill Sal with his bare hands. I was raised by a don, and I know what kind of life a position like that entails.
But it’s not violence that scares me. It’s the reasons behind it, and that’s the difference between Damiano and everyone else. I trust his reasons will always be justified.
“It takes more than that to scare me off people I love,” I say, slipping my arms around his neck.
Satisfaction unfurls across his face. “And that’s why you are my perfect match.”
EPILOGUE
DAMIANO
“The flowers got stuckin traffic, but they’ll be here in an hour. I couldn’t find a priest who’d do it on such short notice, but there’s a guy I know at the yacht club who’s registered to do weddings, and I have him in the car,” Ras says as he leans against the doorframe of my bedroom.
I adjust my tie in the mirror. Muffled female laughter reaches me from down the hall. Outside the balcony, a violin is being tuned.
