"I can't go with you," I repeated, the words burning like acid in my throat. I reached up, my trembling fingers covering the hand resting gently against my jaw. "It's over, Don. The Family is gone. The empire is crumbling. You can't keep running."
His brow furrowed, a flicker of confusion crossing his stoic features. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying... come back with me." I tightened my grip on his hand, looking up into his obsidian eyes, pleading with the man behind the monster. "Surrender, Don. Come back with me to D.C. Turn yourself in."
The silence that followed was heavier than the smell of cordite in the air.
"You want me to surrender," he stated, his voice devoid of all warmth, settling into the absolute zero of a mob boss.
"If you run, they will hunt you," I said, my voice c
