“Tell me if you’re going to be sick.” He touched my forehead with his palm, and I leaned in to the touch, but then he dropped his arm. I wasn’t sure how long it took me to get out of my dress and go through my evening routine, but it felt like forever before I finally lay down in bed. “Yes,” I said quickly because I didn’t want Nino to undress me.

I nodded and immediately regretted the motion. He set me down in the center of the room. It took me an embarrassingly long time to figure out what he meant. I peered up at Nino’s calm face and forced my body to relax in his hold. My body stiffened when I realized I was in someone’s arms, being carried. I woke with my head against something hot and hard. I leaned against the window, closing my eyes. Nino raised his eyebrows and closed the door. “It was surprisingly pleasant,” Nino agreed, and I burst out laughing. “Thank you for the lovely evening,” I whispered before I plopped down in the car seat with less grace than intended. Nino wrapped an arm around my waist, and I was too grateful for its steadying effect to tense up at the contact. I got up and immediately realized that I was a bit tipsier than I thought, but I straightened my spine, not wanting to appear drunk in public. Nino waved over the waiter and paid for our dinner. I’d probably have the headache of my lifetime in the morning. “I think it’s too late for that,” I said. “It is, but right now you still have the chance to prevent yourself from regretting anything.” “I thought regret is wasted time,” I said.

“You think?” For some reason, I took another gulp of the red liquid, and Nino shook his head, his mouth twitching. Red wine was definitely stronger than the occasional glass of champagne or white wine I’d had in the past.

I could feel the effects of the wine by now. He knew we wouldn’t leave without our brothers, so he sent Adamo and Savio away as well.” Our father knew he had no way of controlling us, so he sent us away.

Remo killed his first man three years before at eleven, and shortly before our father sent us away, I had killed my first man together with Remo. “Our father knew Remo and I would have killed him if we stayed. Nino smiled, and I took another deeper gulp of wine because his expression gave me the chills. “But you were twelve and fourteen at the time, and your brothers were even younger.” “Our father didn’t want Remo and me under his roof, and he knew he didn’t have to prepare us for becoming Camorrista anymore.” When before he had been relaxed, his shoulders now tensed considerably and his expression turned colder. The mentioning of Benedetto Falcone brought an immediate change to Nino’s body language. The Largest Ant Colony in the World Spans Four Nations

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