The Broken Legacy of a Protective Mother and a Shadowed Empire
“So you just gave it away?” I asked.
“I sold what I could to legitimate buyers,” he said. “I shut down the rest. I paid off the soldiers who wanted to retire, and I cut loose the ones who didn’t.”
“Marcus Vance didn’t want to retire,” I said.
Giovanni’s jaw tightened, a hard line forming along his cheek.
“No,” Giovanni said. “Marcus saw it as a betrayal. He wanted the empire. I wanted a family.”
“You should have told me,” I said, the tears finally burning behind my eyes.
“I wanted to bring you a clean slate, Lauren,” he said. “I wanted to hand you a deed to a normal life, with no blood on it.”
“But I left before you could finish,” I said.
“You left because you were terrified,” he said. “And I don’t blame you for that. I was too slow.”
He looked down at the ledger, his fingers tracing the red ink lines that crossed out the old family businesses.
“By the time you took Luca, I had already dismantled seventy percent of the operation,” he said. “But Marcus was already moving in the shadows. He saw my weakness.”