“Is this the abandoned Yonkers power plant?” I’d read all about it in the handwritten chronicles in our library. Surprise flitted across Amo’s face as he touched the small of my back to lead me toward the steel doors. “It is.” “That’s where the last bloodbath in the history of the Famiglia took place, right?” Amo grimaced and stopped in his tracks. “I’m not used to being romantic. I guess it shows,” he said with a deep laugh that made my belly flip. “Would you prefer if I took you somewhere else?”
