Stone stands next to me, his hand on my lower back showing support and not pulling me away from my fight. A fight he told me not to get involved in. “I hope my wife has made a good first impression on you, Parisi. In all the time we’ve been together, I’ve learned never to get in her way, and that she fights for what she loves and believes in. It’s the only legacy you passed on to her.”
Lorenzo leans back in his chair, sweat visible across his forehead. “Where’s your mother?” he finally says.
“You killed her,” I say before crossing to the door. Antonio is pressed up against it. “Spineless, dickless, rat.” I spit in his face and march down the hall, wishing I had a knife in my hand so I could plunge it into his gut. I take two steps before Stone is there by my side, his fingers threaded through mine.
My heart breaks so hard for him right now. The helicopter is waiting for us, and we take off with only the sound of the blades filling the air. We ride in the limo in silence, and I let Stone go as we get back to the house.
I thought I would be the one needing comfort after the visit, but it’s Stone who has lost the most. Now I understand why he’s filled with so much rage.
Why he fights evil with evil.
Why the thought of having sex with a virgin haunts him.