(Luca)
“Has any of the other familias taken any responsibility for the attack in the gallery?,” I asked Alessio who was standing by the doorway of my study.
“No, Don but I have my suspicions. The art exhibition to Aria and even though she changed her family name, someone out there still recognized her as the last Romano….which is risky for her….and us,” he replied laying more emphasis on the “us” part and I perfectly understood what he was talking about.
The Moretti name was already drowning in enemies. Bringing Aria under my roof only painted a bigger target on all of us. Yet I had made that choice anyway. For reasons I still refused to admit out loud.
My mind moved back to the night where I had come into the country after four years of staying away. That night where Aria found me in
