"I don't understand this…" she admitted.
"You will," Luca replied. "You'll learn. You have to." He shifted slightly, ignoring the protest of his body. "Marco will get you back to the hospital."
"No… no…"
"Bambola…You're recovering from a gunshot wound. You need to be in the hospital. I would suggest using my clinic in the main building, but I want you far away from my father. He has made it his mission to test your resilience."
Luca leaned closer. "And I'd rather you didn't break," he murmured.
Because if she did… he wasn't entirely sure what would be left of him either.
"I hate him. I'm sorry. I do. I hate him."
Luciano reached out, brushing her hair from her face. "I know," he said quietly. "You will learn to love him. Vee… he is a Don. He cannot afford to show weakness, not even to his own kids."
Veronica shook her head, her lips trembling. "I don't want to love him. I can't."
