"Marrying you is a guaranteed death sentence to Sartini's daughter. You know how he feels. The Famiglia won't be happy with your sudden choice of bride, no matter your fucking reason. I say she is fine where she is."
"Why, because she's a half-breed? Just say it, brother!" I stare at the bare grey walls, a mirror to everything that surrounds this entire fuck up we in.
"I am not going to say what you already know. Wait for the Moretti girl, have a son. Once you take over from DeMarco, divorce her, hell, force a marriage with Sartini's daughter. I don't care. But, right now, I am not in the mood for another war. Remember Vince and Lucca? All over fuckin' pussy, look where that ended up? 6 years of fuckin' headaches. The damage it has caused our family, still is causing our family, look at what Lucca did to Amariya, Mischa."