Without glancing his direction, I pulled out the milk and began to chug straight from the carton. “You have to understand what it is to be a part of the Lucciano family. There are rules you have to follow. The most important one is Omertá—the oath you’ll take tonight.” I had to resist flinging the milk carton against the wall. I knew my ties with Sal weren’t over, but it sounded like I was being sworn in, and I had hoped to avoid that. f*****g naïve. My stomach churned, making me regret how much milk I’d downed. “Omertá is about silence and loyalty. There is no leeway. If you break your oath, it means certain death. You will never, ever speak to anyone about family business—you understand?” “Do you hear yourself? How could you willingly drag me into this?” I spat at him, disgusted. “You sa
