I couldn't answer him. My throat locked up. There was no way I could tell Vito that Enzo's words had made me cry. Not because I was afraid of Vito's reaction… well, maybe a little, but more because I knew exactly what he was capable of. If I told him, Enzo would be gone. Maybe not dead, but definitely ruined. And it wasn't even Enzo that hurt me, not really. It was the truth behind his words. That I was changing Vito. That I was a weakness.
So I just shook my head and said softly, "Non," trying to walk away, hoping he'd just let it drop.
But he didn't. He grabbed my arm, firm and unshaking.
"Don't test me, doll," he said, his voice low but laced with steel. "I am the only one allowed to make you cry. No one else can doll, and I don't repeat myself, but I'll ask one more time… wh
