Chapter Eighty-One.
Vicky paced the floor of her allotted bedroom with Tank.
“I know it is overstepping to go to the place Leon is staying with his poor girl, but I really want to see them,” she muttered, more to herself than her husband. Tank sat up in bed his arms behind his head. He didn’t comment, just allowed his wife to perambulate back and forth, muttering to herself. He knew she was desperate to help their son and the girl it was clear he had fallen for, but he also knew that Vicky would be respectful of their space. She just needed to vent and talk herself through her internal struggles.
“I cannot hug her or welcome her to the family, like I could if he introduced any other girl,” Vicky muttered once more.
“Vicky, I love you. However, I really do not wish to owe the Mafia
