Caine showed up a few days before I left to return to Rochester. He had a look in his eyes that gave me hope.
“I have a letter from my father to your father."
He patted his jacket pocket. It was f*****g snowing outside and he wore a light coat.
“He's in his office. I told him we would be speaking to him."
“Father, this is Caine Fenella, the reason I've survived Rochester this long."
“Mr. Laterza," Caine said formally. “I have a letter from my father I'm to give to you."
He placed the envelope on the desk. My father took it and opened it. He didn't read long.
“Your word is your father's. What do you bring to the table?"
“Security for your son."
The f**k!
“My family will give their loyalty to Dante when it is time. We will move here, all of us, including my sisters. We are not weal
