“My children,” I repeated, trying to make sense of the words, trying to fucking understand that I was a father. Greta and Nevio. “Fuck,” I breathed. “It’s like looking at a baby version of you,” Nino said with a disbelieving look. “Make sure they have everything they need. No matter what Serafina says she needs, you get it for her.” Nino nodded. “She’s here to protect her children because the Outfit didn’t accept them. Not because of you.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “I don’t care why she’s here. All that matters is that she is. I told you before, I don’t have a fucking heart that can be
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