He should be worried about his mother and sister. But his focus is on me. And even though I’m terrified, there’s comfort in that. I’m his wife now. And for the moment, that’s the only thing holding me together.
After everything she’s endured, Luna’s concern warms my heart. She could have asked me anything, but she asked about my famiglia. She’ll never know how much that meant to me.
There’s just enough light to cast a shadow, illuminating her eyes. She looks so sad that something stirs inside my chest. I want to think it’s my heart, but mine’s been dead for quite some time.
Our eyes meet, and for a brief second, I see a glimpse of sadness he’s trying to hide. I brush it off because, as far as I know, the Caputo men don’t have feelings.
Time to find the cracks in his armor and show him that his strength isn’t in isolation but in unity. Time to remind myself why I chose him in the first place. Even if he couldn’t pick me at the time.
“I want you, Luna,” he whispers against my lips. His confession is raw, like it’s been clawing its way out of him for too damn long. “No more games. Just you.”