"You care for Sartini's daughter. Fuck, Marco, why!" It is not a question but an accusation.
"Sometimes, we have no choice," I say quietly, knowing he understands too well the words I speak and the honesty behind it.
He gets up from his chair, his tall form, and broad shoulders, the two things I inherited of my fathers.
My mother's eyes will always be what holds me. I am the flaw in my father's secret and my mother's betrayal.
The fault of their love.
It is why he doesn't stare too long. Unlike Deno and Anya. I am the image of my mother's bloodline. I am also the true heir to the DeMarco name. The eldest son of the eldest child. And as of three years ago, when I stepped forward, I am the future Capo Dei Capi, The Boss of All Bosses. And right now, the most powerful person in this room.