Zane
Gina’s eyes on me were sharp, demanding, and it made my chest feel like it was caught in a vice. I could see the mistrust forming there, the questions clawing at her, and it gutted me. She’d heard enough between my father and me to know something didn’t add up, and now I was standing at the edge of a cliff.
And the truth? I’d rather fall off that cliff than lose her.
But old habits die hard. Lies had been my shield for so long, they came to me before the truth ever did.
“Gina, it’s complicated,” I said, my voice tight.
Her hands went to her hips, eyes narrowing. “Then uncomplicate it for me. Are you James Bond or The Godfather?”
Her sarcasm stung because I deserved it. Mario, of course, let out a laugh like this was some sitcom.
“Good one, Gina,” he chuckled.
I wanted to stran
