Fallon
Once we reach Leone’s grand mansion, Milo turns off the engine but remains sitting still in his seat. He turns to me, and there is something different about him tonight—a softness replaces his usual stoic demeanor.
“Fallon,” he begins, turning his gaze to meet mine. “I know you’re scared. Terrified even.” He pauses, staring down at his lap. For a moment, I think he won’t continue. He inhales deeply. “I know you didn’t ask for this life, but please try. I’m not saying you need to forgive him, just don’t make this harder on yourself. The more you fight him, the worse he’ll get.”
“Is my father still alive?” I ask him. “Or did Leone only say that because he needed me to behave in front of his father?”
Milo sighs and scrubs a hand down his face. “Your father is perfectly fine.” He pa
