Vee remembered what Luca had told her. A ten-year-old boy offering himself to Massimo so his mother could live. It had sounded horrific then.
Hearing Massimo speak of it without regret made it worse.
"I didn't bend then," he said. "I gave my firstborn son the kiss of death. I didn't bend then. You think I'd bend now?" he asked. "This life, my life, has always been about sacrifices, and both of you are about to learn that."
"We already know sacrifice."
"You know pain. You do not know sacrifice." His gaze turned cold.
When he spoke, his voice was low enough that Vee almost wished he had shouted.
"Luca will put a bullet through Marco's head and your sister will die by your hand. You better believe that."
