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Blood spill, in time for Christmas. What a jolly message. Born in Blood, Sworn in Blood indeed.”
“Thanks, but nothing in this world would have stopped me from coming to Vegas to see Greta. Not even the prospect of being torn apart by you crazy fuckers. I’ll go through hellfire for Greta if necessary.”
“Nevio has a point. This is our revenge to dish out. We want your wife and everyone who was involved. If the Famiglia wants peace, you’ll deliver them to us on a fucking silver platter, or we’ll march into New York and get them ourselves, but then you can kick peace goodbye.”
“Greta needs you. I don’t know what she fucking sees in you. Do you really want to complicate things between you only because you insist on killing the whore yourself?
“Mia cara. The world will burn for you. We’ll burn it down.”
“Greta needs Amo. She lost so much. Do you want her to lose the love of her life as well?”
I cried for a loss of something I’d never really had, a loss for a piece of me that had seemed irrelevant. The loss of a future that could never be.
“I should have stood my ground and refused, but I was so fixed on becoming Capo that I’d have done anything, only after it was too later, I realized that I couldn’t fucking live without Greta.”
Our word is law and they either bow or die.”
“I could tell he was going to say something to piss me off again,” Remo said with that twisted grin.
Nevio smiled as if for the first time in his life, he didn’t want to kill me.
“The Famiglia and the Camorra stand together from this day on. We’ll be stronger. We won’t tolerate disobedience. You’re either loyal or you’ll die,”
“I know that’s how you show me your love.”
“Don’t let the dark swallow you just because I’m not there to watch over you. One day you’ll find someone who’ll shine brightly.”
“Take good care of her. You saw what I did on stage.”
“I really want to cling to my dislike of Amo. But sometimes when I see him looking at you with that sappy adoration I can’t help but tolerate him.”
“Your mother wants to give you this.” He swallowed. “I could only exact brutal revenge. That’s what I can do, but your mother’s gift is far more precious than mine.”
He patted the spot over my heart. “I should have let you follow your heart. I should have known if you risked so much for a woman that it was serious. I tried to make you prioritize the tattoo over your heart when that’s something I have never done since I married your mother.”
“They are protective, but sometimes they behave.”
Nevio stood slowly, pulled his knife while Massimo poured liquid from a flask on a cloth napkin, which Nevio pierced with the blade, and Alessio lit it up with a lighter. Greta followed my gaze and so did a few others, like my dad, Matteo and Remo. Nobody did anything.
Nevio hurtled the knife with practiced precision through the room so it cut through the sheet and let it burst into flames.
“If someone still wants to see blood, they can come to me and I’ll show them their own!” Nevio shouted while the fire spread on the carpet.
