I know he is right, but I can’t forget the way Benedetto talked about his daughter that night at the bar. He acted as though she was nothing more than a commodity, a token he could exchange for a prize. Clearly, he doesn’t love her the way a father should, so I hate the idea that he’ll be filling that role today.
“Besides, I’ve been thinking about it,” my father says, turning towards me and straightening my tie like I’m a little kid again. “This wedding could do big things for our family, but if it all becomes too much and Eve gives us any trouble, she’ll be easy enough to dispose of.”
My jaw clenches, and my hands close into fists inside my pockets.
“Pretty low stakes overall,” he says, as if killing Eve is nothing.
I want to wrap my hand around his neck and pin him to the wall. I wan
