Enzo is a man of depth, of codes and paths he believes in. It would have been hard to drop all that on his sister if he knew for sure. If he didn't...I more than get that one. Look at me and Squish.
Waiting for the right moment.
That's us.
We both did the same thing over different events and for a similar reason. Waiting for the facts and the right time.
His arm squeezes me a bit. "Just so you know, my overprotectiveness probably isn't going anywhere for the foreseeable future."
I laugh. "Your constant need to know every tiny detail about what I'm doing is kind of growing on me."
"Weirdo."
"I know. We freaks have to stick together."
He smiles and kisses me, soft and long, like it's the beginning of something.
Now all we need is to get this next conversation behind us.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
ENZO
Lola isquiet on the drive back to Brooklyn. This is one of Dad's SUVs.
Most of Dad's men are back at the house, and we have a few flanking us.
We lost a handful of people, but luckily we wiped most of Dom's people out. His property and assets are Costa's now. He offered me half, and Dad let me decide, but I said it was payment for helping me.
I know Dad was happy with my answer.
I glance at Lola as we hit the bridge. "What's on your mind?"
"It's not dirty."
I laugh. "Pity."
"No, I was..." She turns and looks at me. "Did you know your dad apologized?"
"For what?"
"Being mean to me, blaming me. Did you know he'd come through like that?" She pauses. "Maybe he's not a complete asshole after all."
"Dad was a great help in rescuing both you and Lyndall." The words sting a little, but I keep going. "He sped it up, guided me with some of the ways of the old guard mafia. I'm more of a hacker than a mafioso."
"Maybe you're a multitasker."
I laugh again. "Maybe I am. Maybe you are too. You handled that fucking gun like a pro."
"Or like a pregnant woman out for vengeance."
"Or that. But yeah, he helped. We might not ever see completely eye to eye, but, you know, maybe we're finally reaching a point of mutual respect."
"And you'd like that?"
I think about it. "Yeah. I think I would. And you know what? I think he might love being Grandpa Mario."
"I probably wouldn't use those words." But she's smiling.
