"Luca, you should rest," Marco said. "Actually, we should both rest."
Luca stopped walking. He stood there rigidly, shoulders tight, hands at his sides, his whole body still humming. "I wanted to kill him, Marco. I should have killed him."
"I'm sorry," Marco said at last. "I had to notify Don."
Luca glanced at him but didn't argue.
"I knew we could get her out," Marco continued. "But Don's not ready for a full-blown war right now."
"I know," Luca said. He knew exactly why Marco had made the call. Knew why Massimo would want to keep the city from lighting on fire all at once.
But knowing did nothing to quiet what was inside him.
"What am I going to do, Marco?" Luca asked. "If my enemies keep targeting people I love, what am I going to do?" He broke off there, drawing in a shaky breath he clearly hated needing. "I don't…"
"It's our life," Marco said. "It's the path we were handed….The path we chose."
