FALLON
Leone watches him go, the muscle in his jaw ticking. When he finally turns to me, his eyes have softened, but they’re no less intense. Leone’s attention snaps to Rocco. “Are you okay?”
In response, Rocco nods, his jaw set.
“Head into the casino. Help Milo cover for me,” Leone commands, and then, unexpectedly, his gaze softens as it lands on me. The transition from storm to calm disorients me. “We’re going out for the day,” he tells me, stepping closer to cup my face with his hand. “Are you alright?”
“I am,” I reply, though my voice trembles slightly.
“Good.” He reaches out, and his fingers brush against mine in a surprisingly tender gesture given the violence just simmering in the air. “Let’s get out of here,” he says.
Leone surprises me by taking me to visit Emma. The coolnes
