I hate that Luca is getting the bad end of the stick in this situation, but as long as Vitale men think Luca killed my father, we’re all in danger.
Didn’t Gio hint at how much he wanted to kill Luca?
How annoyed he was that Dom wouldn’t let them?
What would happen if the truth came out, if men like Gio discovered that Luca's blood runs through my children's veins? In our world, men dominate.
The kids would be seen as Montis first.
This revelation about Uncle Aldo changes everything and nothing regarding Luca.
He may be innocent of my father's downfall, but revealing our connection still puts the triplets at risk.
As long as men like Gio hold power in the Vitale family, as long as someone continues trying to pit La Corona families against each other, my children's parentage remains a dangerous secret.
I put my glass in the dishwasher and head down the hall to go to bed.
I take a quick peek at my children, sleeping peacefully.
I’m so sorry.
I'm not sure who I'm apologizing to, my children for denying them their father or Luca for denying him his children.
But the cold, hard fact is that some truths are too dangerous to speak aloud.
LUCA
I wake up to a light snow falling.
It’s not enough to impact movement through the city, which is a good thing because I have plans.
It’s Saturday.
The weekend.
Kids don’t have school, so it’s the perfect day to put my plan in motion.
I slide out of bed and head for the shower, letting the scalding water clear my thoughts.
Seven years is too long to waste on misunderstandings and lies.
I've given Elena space, respected her boundaries, but that kiss yesterday changed everything.
Or more accurately, shifted everything back into place.
Time and space haven’t changed the fact that Elena is mine, has always been mine, will always be mine.
The wall between us cracked, and I intend to tear it down completely.
To get back what I lost.
I know it won’t be easy.
I need for her to know for sure that I had nothing to do with what happened to her father and remind her of what we had and could have again.
My phone vibrates against the marble counter as I'm toweling off. Joe Longo's name flashes on the screen.
"Tell me you have something," I answer, not bothering with pleasantries.
