“You want to protect her after what she did?” “Yes.” “Matteo, this is Outfit business. She isn’t your wife, and nobody expects you to marry her after she went around fucking with half of Europe.” “Careful,” I hissed. “Damn it. Can’t you just get over her? Fuck her, it’s not like it matters anymore, and then hand her back to her father.” “Is Aria still around to hear you talk about her sister like that?” I asked. “No. I need to think about the Famiglia. Gianna brought this upon herself. You have to take her to Chicago, Matteo. I won’t risk war over her.”
