“Okay, tell me a sin, Angelo.” “I killed my father.” My blood turns to ice. I blink. Shake my head. But nothing thaws me from the shock. “I thought he died from a bleed on the brain?” “He did. I shot him in the head and then his brain bled.” “But why?” I hiss, emotion clawing at my throat. “He was the one that ordered the hit on my mama.
