My confrontation with Nevio had only hardened my resolve to leave Las Vegas as soon as possible. I didnât even care about missing my prom. Iâd never been excited to go in the first place. Nobody had dared to ask me or Carlotta to the dance. A foolish part of me had waited for Nevio to do it. Now that dream had gone out the window. Even if he did ask, Iâd say no and perhaps throw another heavy object at him. Hurting him had been oddly satisfying.
I searched for Mom and found her in her office, bent over some folders. She looked up when I stepped in. âDid you talk to Aria?â
I knew she said sheâd do it, and Mom usually kept her word.
Mom gave me an amused look. âOf course I did. I was actually about to come to your room and talk to you about it before you barged in without knocking.â
âSorry,â I said, walking over to Momâs desk. âAnd? What did she say?â
Mom leaned back in her chair. A few strands had fallen from her ponytail and messily framed her freckled face. She must have run her fingers through it in agitation. I hoped that wasnât about the call. âShe was very positive about it. Aria thinks it would be great to become closer as a family, and sheâd love to have a girl under her roof again. If this works out, I see plenty of shopping trips in your future.â
Neither Mom nor I were big shopping queens. We only went shopping when we needed something and were always quick about it. But Iâd bear hours of shopping if this meant going to New York. âSo she said yes?â
âAria said yes.â
âAnd what do you say?â I asked as I perched on the edge of Momâs desk with a small pleading smile.
âIâm still worried about why you want to go, but I also feel like youâre old enough to spread your wings a little. Itâll do you good to be away from Las Vegas, even if New Yorkâs rules wonât allow you much freedom either.â
I wasnât concerned about my level of freedom. I was used to being guarded at all times. âThanks, Mom.â
Mom made a move with her hand that suggested I needed to slow down. âAria still needs to talk to Luca about this. She was confident that heâd agree as you arenât a safety concern even by his strict views.â
I huffed, but of course, he had a point. If one of the guys had asked to spend a few months in New York like Adamo had done many years ago, the answer would probably be no right now.
âAnd then thereâs Dad,â Mom said, pursing her lips. She pushed off her chair and touched my shoulder. âI think we can agree that heâll be the hardest nut to crack. But we should have a good chance if we both talk to him. You should talk to him first, and then Iâll join in and share my opinion.â
âWhat should I say?â
âDonât say you want to spread your wings or enjoy freedom or anything of the sort. And donât say anything about wanting to leave Vegas either. Heâll try to find the source for why you want to leave rather than let you go, and I assume thatâs not something you want.â
âNo,â I said quickly. Even if Iâd threatened Nevio with telling Dad, that was the absolute last thing I would do.
âHow about you talk to him now, and during dinner itâs my turn?â
I gave Mom a peck and walked out. Since Dad wasnât away for work, that meant he was usually working out.
I found Dad downstairs in our gym, doing stretches. âDad, I need to talk to you.â
Dad looked up from the mat, his eyes narrowing in instant concern. I had made sure to make my voice light and my face matter-of-fact, but Dad had a nerve-racking ability to read people. It made keeping secrets in this house an arduous task. âAll right.â He pushed to his feet and walked over to the bench. âThis sounds serious.â
It was, on many levels. I sank down beside him and gave him a hesitant smile. Seeing his worried expression, my hopes for an easy âyesâ dwindled.
I cleared my throat. âI want to spend the summer in New York with Aunt Aria.â
His expression fell. âWhat happened?â The hard edge of his voice told me he was ready to go on a vendetta.
I crossed my legs casually and rolled my eyes. If I gave anything away, this would take a really bad turn. âNothing. I just need a change of scenery.â
Dad squeezed my shoulder, his blue eyes practically X-raying me. âAurora, I need to know if anything happened. Whenever you talked about this summer, you planned to spend it with Carlotta and babysit Roman for a couple of weeks. You never mentioned New York. What about the summer courses you need in preparation for your nursing program?â
My pulse sped up like it always did when I was put on the spot. I gave a shrug. âI changed my mind. I want to spend some time with the other part of our family. Iâll have to spend the rest of my life in Vegas, so I want to use this chance to see something new. I also want to do longer internships before I commit to the nursing program. Itâs a responsible job, and I want to ensure Iâm up for it before taking someone elseâs spot in the program. I could intern with the Famiglia doc while living in New York.â
âYou sound like living in Las Vegas is punishment.â
It had never felt like that, but now, with the prospect of having to be around Nevio and his future conquests, Las Vegas like a punishment.
âWhat happened at the party you attended? Is your sudden change of mind regarding the summer related to your spontaneous wish to spend the night at Carlottaâs?â
Dadâs eyes seemed to dig into my brain, trying to extract the information he wanted. Even if I hated lying to him, this truth was too destructible to share. Dad would try to kill Nevio. They would both end up seriously injured, and his connection to the Falcone brothers would be irrevocably damaged. I wouldnât be responsible for that.
âDad,â I said with a hint of annoyance. âHave you ever considered that my asking you at the last minute is a tactic so you donât overanalyze everything?â
Dad scowled. âIâm responsible for your safety, and Iâm taking that job very seriously.â
âI know,â I said with a huff. âBut with Greta in New York, Iâm perfectly safe. I really missed my aunts and cousins during the war and want to spend more time with them. Donât you miss them?â
Dadâs expression remained stoic. He didnât like to talk about this. Maybe because he really missed them a lot. âIâll have to talk to your mother first, but I have a feeling you already did, and you two are going to gang up on me.â
I made an innocent face. âYou know Mom is really good at seeing the pros and cons of a situation. Sheâd never just side with me unless it was really the best option.â
Dad chuckled and tousled my hair as if I were a toddler. âRight. I wonât make a decision before Iâve talked to Luca and then Remo. You being in New York is a potential safety risk that needs to be discussed with the Capo.â
âHis own daughter is over there. If sheâs safe, I doubt heâll deem the situation as too risky for me.â
I could tell that Dad seemed to think the same thing and didnât really like it very much.
I stared at the bandage around my wrist. The broken bone limited my range of motion and reminded me of my confrontation with Rory. Not that I needed one.
Ever since our conversation yesterday, my thoughts had revolved around her.
Hearing her recount of what had happened between us at the party left a foul taste in my mouth. Iâd really tried to keep my distance from her in the last year. Of course it had to end like this. I was losing control and messing up worse than anticipated.
I wasnât sure how I felt about what had happened. Was the tight sensation in my chest guilt? I wasnât familiar enough with the emotion to be one hundred percent sure. What I definitely felt was regret. Though not exactly in the way that I should feel. I regretted that I couldnât remember anything. Considering how miserable of a fuck Iâd delivered, it was probably for the best, but I couldnât help but want a repeat performance that I would remember and would serve as a better first time for her than the shit show at the party.
Fuck, these thoughts werenât good. Not good in the slightest. The devil was on my shoulder, giving me ideas I shouldnât entertain. Aurora wanted space, and I should give it to her. Letting her go to New York? I didnât think I could accept that.
The door to the former ballet studio ripped open. Dad, followed by Nino, walked in, looking as if I was a traitor he had to deal with.
Nino narrowed his eyes at me as he closed the door.
I leaned back in the chair Iâd been occupying for almost an hour while pondering my next move. âWhatâs wrong?â
Dad pulled up a chair in front of me. âFabi informed me that Aurora has asked to spend the summer in New York, possibly even longer. My instincts tell me this has something to do with you. Tell me Iâm wrong.â
I forced down the flood of emotion his words caused in me. Dad was watching me closely, fury swirling in his eyes. Iâd thought Auroraâs mention of New York had been an empty threat to get my attention, but apparently, I was wrong.
âAre you listening to a fucking word I just said? Tell me Iâm wrong, and this has nothing to do with you.â
âWhy does it have to be me?â
âBecause Alessio and Massimo have too much common sense to mess with Fabiâs daughter.â
I almost mentioned Massimoâs interest in Carlotta but gritted my teeth instead. I simply returned Dadâs gaze. Anything I said would only make the situation worse, and it was already fucking bad.
Dad grabbed my shirt and jerked me closer to him, causing my bandaged arm to bang against the armrest. I hissed through my teeth.
Nino cleared his throat. âHis ulna is broken.â
âHe can stand the pain,â Dad said. He was pissed, really pissed, and I doubted he really knew what had happened, or he would have broken my wrist and every finger too.
I grinned. âI get off on it like you, Dad.â
âCareful.â
âDid Aurora break your ulna?â Nino asked calmly as if the situation wasnât about to detonate. Considering how pissed both Alessio and Massimo were, I was surprised they hadnât run to their dad and snitched on me.
âYou think she could?â
âIf you mean mentally? Most people are capable of violence if given the right incentive, and youâre very adept at bringing people to the brink. From a physical standpoint, she obviously wouldnât stand a chance against you, but in the right situation, Kiara could injure me.â
I didnât like the comparison. It lacked a comparable basis, which was really not Ninoâs style.
âYou would die before youâd ever hurt Kiara.â
Nino motioned to my bandage. âHowâs the arm?â
Dad, whoâd been listening closely, tugged at my shirt, bringing my attention back to him. âYou wouldnât hurt a member of this family, and I count Fabianoâs family in it.â
Good thing that we werenât related by bloodâ¦
I didnât miss the slightest hint of uncertainty in his voice, and I had to admit it stung.
Though I had no reason to get my fucking boxers in a bunch. After all, I hurt Aurora.
âNot on purpose,â I admitted, as honest as I rarely was.
Dad released me and jerked to his feet. He drew in a deep breath through his nose. His rage filled the room. Many people thought I was a carbon copy of Dad, and while physically that might be close to the truth, I was far more unhinged than he was.
âYouâll tell me what you did, or I swear on this family that Iâll get it out of you by whatever means necessary,â he snarled. My gaze dropped to the curved knife at his waist. Iâd often wondered how its blade would feel, how I would measure up against Dadâs or Ninoâs talent. How would it feel to bathe in my own blood for once?
âI always feared how my genes would come to play in a child, and you surpassed every fear I had.â
My heart briefly throbbed harder, but I simply shrugged in reaction to Dadâs words. I didnât need reminding that I had inherited every ounce of darkness he harbored.
âRemo,â Nino said.
âYou donât have to side with me. His words donât hurt me. Nothing does.â
âFor you, I hope that one day youâll see thatâs not the case.â Dad turned to the door. âI canât force the words out of you, but I can talk to Aurora. Her respect for me is too great. Sheâll spill your secrets.â
I shoved to my feet. âYouâll stay the fuck away from her.â
âIâm Capo, and youâll watch your mouth,â he growled.
I tried to stalk to Dad, ready for the next step. Nino gripped my injured arm tightly, and I ground to a halt with a snarl.
âYou can spare Aurora a conversation if you tell your father what he wants to know.â
I ripped away from his hold. âItâs not in my nature to spare someone. Right, Dad?â I took a deep breath, my chest heaving. Silence filled the room. Dad and Nino simply looked at me. Fuck. I hated them sometimes. âI fucked Aurora at the last party, all right?â
Neither Nino nor Dad could hide their shock. I wasnât sure why they were being preachy, especially Dad. Heâd kidnapped Mom. My transgression was nowhere near as bad.
I could see a question in Dadâs eyes that stung worse than his knife ever could. I was a monster, and atrocities were dear to my heart, but when it came to Aurora, most of them werenât on the menu. âI was stinking drunk. I could hardly walk, and I remember only bits and pieces from the night, but Aurora came to me. I didnât force myself on her.â
âThen why the fuck is she fleeing Las Vegas as if the devil were after her?â
I hadnât dwelled on the question so far. It was uncomfortable in a way I wasnât familiar with. âShe wanted something else from me, something I canât give her or anyone.â
âYou just wanted to fuck her, and she thought it was more.â
âI didnât even realize it was her.â I didnât mention the disgraceful way I ended the night. That was a part of my memories I hadnât wanted back.
Dadâs lip curled. âThis is unacceptable, even for you, son. Do you even realize how bad you fucked up this time?â
âIf Fabiano finds out, things are going to get very unpleasant,â Nino said.
I smiled sardonically. That was the understatement of the year. âI guess I have this talent of treating the ladies right from you, Dad. Kidnapping Mom set a very good example for me.â
Dad curled his hands to fists. I could imagine how hard it was for him to control his rage right now. âI should send you away. Aurora shouldnât have to run from your idiocy.â
âIf you send me to New York, you can kiss peace goodbye.â
Dad shook his head, his body stiff with fury. âI donât have the patience to deal with him today. For what he did, the only punishment that comes to mindâ¦â He turned back to the door and kicked it in. It landed with an earsplitting bang on the small terrace, sending splinters flying everywhere. He stalked away without another word.
Nino released a small sigh.
A couple of minutes later, Kiara poked her head in, her brows drawn together in concern. âWhatâs the matter?â
âYou donât want to know, trust me,â I muttered.
âHeâs right.â
Kiara glanced from Nino to me with pursed lips. âThings have been tense recently.â
âAnd they have the potential to get far worse, so please donât try to find out more,â Nino said.
Kiara nodded slowly. But I knew her caring, motherly nature would send her to my room soon. The hopeless optimist in her still thought I needed mental support.
âI assume Dad wonât talk to Fabiano about this?â I asked when Kiara was gone.
Nino shook his head. âKeeping a secret of this proportion might look like betrayal to Fabiano, but telling him might have consequences we donât even want to consider. We can only hope that Aurora wonât tell him and that the dust settles on the matter.â
I doubted Aurora would spill the beans. She wasnât like that, even if sheâd threatened me with telling her father.
âI assume you know to keep your distance from Aurora until further notice,â Nino said quietly.
âSure.â