Angelica's POV:
Laura analyzes me momentarily, and with perfectly painted parting lip she questions: “Why?”
“I want to be stronger. I want to find Anthony.”
“No.” She rests her cheek against the knuckles of her fist. “Why the sudden change?”
“What do you mean?”
“For weeks, you’ve been laying around the mansion; mopping over your pathetic darkening future without Anthony and now you suddenly asked me for help. Why?” her words were cruel. I should’ve seen it coming though, after all, she is a Maranzano. I was too used to the kindness of Anthony and Francesco to see this side of the family.
Licking my dry lip, I bit it to hold back the sudden fear. I don’t understand why, but I’m afraid of the woman in front of me. She hasn’t done anything, but the more I look at her. The more s
