I shrugged. “Take us home, I guess. Angelo promised to be home by seven for dinner. I need to talk to him.”
Sonny rubbed my back to soothe me. “Sure thing, boss lady.”
I smiled. Like Angelo, Sonny always knew the right thing to say, even though nothing and no one could truly comfort me at my darkest hour.
My father was a murderer.
Whether he pulled the trigger or not, he set everything into motion. He killed my mother, all because of his stupid loyalty and fear of the vilest man I’d ever known.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Angelo
I hated making promises I couldn’t keep, which was why I had a massive fight with Pete before I left. He didn’t want to accept the fact I was bailing on him and Marco to have dinner with my family. Even if they controlled most of my life, they didn’t own me. And I was fed up with being a loyal soldier.
When the elevator doors opened, I stepped into the marble foyer of the apartment I’d bought last year. The entire first floor was an open concept layout, with high windows that spanned most of the rooms, providing us with the perfect view of the Camden Waterfront. Sony was on the couch in the living room with Gia, his arm rested across the back of her neck. I dropped my keys on the dining room table and strolled over to them, concerned when I heard Gia crying.
“Hey, boss,” Sonny said to me without turning around. “We have a problem.”
I came around to face them and dropped to my knees in front of Gia, taking her hands in mine. “I’m only a few minutes late. I got stuck in traffic. Don’t cry, baby.”
“It’s not you, Angelo.” She squeezed my hand. “My dad. He… He k-k-k…”
Why is she stuttering her words?
The last time I saw her this upset was when her mother died.
“Talk to me, G. What happened?”
She couldn’t speak, so Sonny answered for her. “Lorenzo paid O’Shea to kill her mom for the insurance money.”
I dug my fingers into her skin on accident, not meaning to hurt her. Releasing my grip on her, I sank back on my heels and sucked in a deep breath. “You’re sure of this?”
Sonny nodded.
I balled my hand into a fist and bit down on it. “Where’s Faith?”
“Napping,” Gia choked out. “She passed out right after I fed her.”
So much for a peaceful dinner with my girls.
Nothing in our lives ever made sense. The people in them were no good fucking bastards who took everything from us.
I got on my knees and pushed Gia’s thighs apart so I could move between them. She allowed me access and leaned forward to cry on my shoulder, as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“When did you find out?”
“About an hour ago,” she muttered between sobs.
“Do you want me to take care of him?”
“No,” she whined. “Don’t do anything until I’ve had time to process all of this. How could my dad do this to our family? He betrayed us. Everything he ever told my mom and me was a lie. His friendship with your dad was more important than us.”
My father was to blame for every bad thing that had ever happened to Gia. So was her father. They were bad men hiding behind the crimes of others. If we’d met under different circumstances, I would have been able to give Gia everything she deserved, which was a lot more than a Wiseguy like me. The only thing I could do for her was avenge her mother’s death. Someone had to pay for taking the life of an innocent.
I looked over at Sonny. “And you’re sure O’Shea ordered the hit?”
He nodded again. “One hundred percent. What do you want to do about it?”