Faust
"What's my other choice?" I hissed. "Kill him? I can't do that either."
Marco held up his palms. "No one's suggesting that. But you're going to have another child. If it's a boy, Giulio can move out. Live a life outside the 'ndrina."
"No," I countered. "I'm not denying my son and forcing him to live in exile. He'll give up this man and get married."
Marco clearly didn't approve, but he remained silent. Which was sensible, considering I'd already decided how this would be handled. I wouldn't talk about it.
Giulio was home, so I wasn't surprised when a knock sounded seconds later. I told him to come in, and then my son walked into the room. I still remembered holding him as a baby, his chubby fingers wrapped around mine as he learned to walk. I was the one who broke th
