Kai
“I’m hungry.”
I turn around, my eyes zeroing in on the owner of the tiny voice. Lucia is standing at the threshold, her head tilted to the side as she watches me with interest clear in her wide, pale eyes. My eyes. My heartrate skyrockets, thundering so hard and fast that I nearly feel each punch on the inner structure of my ribs. Our child. My daughter. The urge to hold her in my arms is clawing at me. But I’m too trepid to make a move.
Last night, Nera told me all about Lucia. And later, she let me know how she came to be the head of Cosa Nostra in Boston. For the past three years, she’s been stuck in a f*****g nightmare, and even though she didn’t say so with her words, I know she willingly dropped herself into this shitpit to protect our little girl. She had to be strong, and sh
