Alpha Luciano's POV

I sat outside the surgical ward as they took the bullet out of Arabella.

Uncle Tommaso sat next to me and we were silent for a time.

"I'm sorry." He began.

"Me too."

I was sorry about a lot of things.

I was sorry for the way I had treated him, he was my uncle. The man who had raised me. He deserved better.

I was sorry about the way I had treated Arabella in the beginning when she had been as much of a victim as I was. Vitalio Bianchi, may his soul rest in peace had never betrayed my family. Instead, he had been betrayed...