"You are perfect, Bambola. And I will always do what I have to do to make you happy." He assured her.
"I am happy." Her voice trembled despite the conviction in it. "What I need is you alive."
He brushed his thumb across her wedding ring. "I will be." Luca glanced toward the departure boards, then back at her. Time was running out. "Remember your instructions...If at any point you feel uncomfortable—"
"I'll be fine." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.
Luca cupped the side of her face, prolonging it for one extra second before forcing himself to release her. "Yeah, you will be fine," he murmured. "Your flight is being called, Bambola. I promise, I will be with you soon."
Vee nodded, though neither of them looked convinced by how easy he made it sound. She picked up her bag and started walking away.
Luca watched his wife, his Donna. He refused to let her leave without confirming it once more. "Mrs Genovese!" he called out loud and she turned around immediately.
