It was clear how my family was quickly taken by Evelyn.
Sofia seemed the most taken by her, and Evelyn seemed to be enjoying her company as well. Enzo was on the fence, at first— after a few minutes of friendly conversation with her, I saw the sparkle of fondness in his eye when she spoke.
She was timid now where she sat beside me at the dining table. She was timid most of the evening— talking about herself very little and giving polite, breathtaking smiles when she was spoken to. I took a sip of my whiskey as I stared at my plate, and decided to light up a smoke.
My appetite was s**t. I had planned to tell Evelyn everything about Morelli and her father and the bratva— and now I was thinking of ways to get the f**k out of it. Terrifying her, for what? She didn’t need to know of the d
