Marco's POV
Right before me, they wheeled Madre's corpse out of the ward, her body covered in a neat white cloth.
What was left of me?
Revenge? Or perhaps her promises?
For the first time in my life, I was dumb. Plain blank dumb.
Not even Padre’s death made this much impact.
“Take me home.”
I mumbled incoherently to Kaid. Slowly walking like a wounded lion, I let him lead the way.
Home?!
The word felt strange. What was home without family? The soldati wouldn't make up for it, not even Sofia or Lorenzo.
Leveling in the back of the car, I gently hummed to my mother's favorite song. The last time she put me to sleep, the very last night Padre let me be a child, mama sang me a lullaby.
I pulled out my phone, tempted to switch it off, but stopped. A wounded lion never went
