A part of me wants to stay like this forever, with her in my arms. But another part, it screams in anger, calling me a traitor. The battle for supremacy rages inside my soul, shredding it apart. The pain is almost physical, holding me in its grasp until one of the sides finally takes the win.
I release Ravenna’s hair and move away from her lips.
“This won’t happen again,” I say, lowering her to the floor.
Ravenna
“I can’t believe someone tried to kill Rocco!” Eleonora, Capo Giancarlo Medici’s wife exclaims. “You must be devastated, my dear.”
I pluck a glass of wine off the tray a waiter is holding and take a big gulp. “Yes. It’s terrible.”
“Do we know who did it?” She leans forward to whisper in my ear as if we’re longtime confidantes. “I heard it was probably the Serbian clan.
