“You fell in love with the woman who killed your father.” Roy sadistically smirked.
“It’s better to say that shit out loud then to shy away from the raw truth. After we wrap this shit up with Lennox… you and La’Nova need to have a conversation. She owes you that… whatever you decide after the conversation is had… I’m behind you as your capo and brother.”
Luca’s chest tightened, he nodded his in understanding then tried to ground himself.
“She could be a threat… Di Lucas knows everything but wants me to find out for myself. Even if I decided not to kill her, he would.” Luca closed his eyes briefly.
“I doubt it.” Roy glanced over at Luca. “We both know if the old man wants somebody dead bad enough, he’d get the job done before we could blink.”
“He waited for me to do what he couldn’t,” Luca stated thoughtfully.
“I’m killing his son when he could have done it years ago,” Luca added.
“True. Shit be harder to do than we think,” Roy shot back.
“That’s why I don’t want you to far gone in your head about this shit with La’Nova. You lost a lot of yourself behind them bars. You was hollow the day you stepped out of them confines. Then she came along, along with the twins. You start feeling fulfilled, locked in with yourself as well as them. You ain’t never tried to get help with your speech and the pain that you feel when talking. They made you do that shit.” Roy gripped the wheel.
“Seeing you light on your feet because her camper was parked right on your grass, made me happy.” Roy chuckled.
Luca exhaled and cracked a small smile. Everything Roy said was truthfully spoken. He let his words settle where they needed to. Not in his head but in his chest.
The engine hummed steady beneath them, tires eating up miles as Roy’s Matte black cyber truck sailed smoothly on the freeway. Luca stared ahead now, not at the road, but at the space just beyond it, falling into his own thoughts.
Roy didn’t just talk to talk, he protected Luca in many ways that was unspoken. Beyond the title and the rank, Roy was the one man who had always seen Luca as human first. Roy never needed to drag words out of Luca. He knew his silence was him processing everything.
Roy thought about how bad Luca had it for La’Nova and couldn’t hold back his chuckle.
“I never thought I’d see the day…” Roy looked over at Luca with a silly grin.
“Ill Na Na ain’t even have you this whipped.”
Luca snapped his eyes at Roy.
“Fuck Sanarah,” he declared harshly.
“Hell yeah, fuck her.” Roy chuckled.
“Bitch laid down with Kentrell knowing he wasn’t gone treat her like you did. Then had the nerve to have babies with him… Only thing I can say about her, is she seem like a better momma than Tracy. You won’t have to raise another pair of Trell’s kids with her.”
Luca nodded his head in agreement. He was thankful for Sanarah being a decent mother. She wasn’t good in his eyes because she chose to have a baby by a man that didn’t give a damn about raising kids. Cain and Abel were both a handful, but Luca loved them like they were his. The boys kept his mind off of the shit he tried to avoid. They gave him something to look forward to outside of Mafia business.
Luca finally turned his head away from the window to look over at Roy.
“You’re my brother.” His whisper came out low and controlled.
Roy’s jaw tightened. He nodded, eyes fixed on the highway, throat working once before he spoke again.
“Then trust me when I say this.” He glanced over at Luca. “If it comes down to choosing between your heart and your crown… don’t forget you gotta live with yourself when it’s all said and done.”
“I’m aware of that, but are you?” Luca lifted his thick brows in Roy’s direction.
“Nigga,” Roy drawled. “I ain’t in no love dilemma, life or death type of shit like you.” Roy teased with a lopsided smirk.
“But you hate the fact that you can’t stay away from Serenity… the girl I was supposed to marry,” Luca finished, flitting his eyes over at Roy.
Roy paused, taken aback by Luca’s statement. It shouldn’t have surprised Roy by what Luca said. His best friend was the most observant person he knew. Luca would rather observe instead of ask for simple answers.
“The pussy good.” Roy shrugged.
