"We're listening," said Scott, intertwining our fingers as though to make sure I stayed put.
My aching heart couldn't bring myself to say there was no other choice. Instead, I squeezed his hands and tried to get it together.
"Jenny, don't get involved. You'll only piss Don Angelo off," said Luca, looking around the room nervously for my father.
"Oh shut up, Luca. My father can go eat a bag of d***s. I believe in them. Don't you?" she said, looking up at her new husband.
"Your belief is going to get them killed," Luca rebuked her, but I swear I saw a flicker of desire in his eyes as he looked at his new wife.
"Look at them. Without each other, they might as well be dead. What if there was a third option? Not the feds or the mafia. Stacy?" She implored me to look at her. "This only work
