Novels by Evelyn D

Luca POV I was in the hotel room for few minutes before I was back on my phone. I didn't come to this city to sit in a room. I came because Caruso had four men two streets away and Isabella was in a house with one man watching it from the outside . That was not an acceptable arrangement, and I was going to fix it tonight. I called Ferrante. "Caruso," I said. "Everything you have. Now." Ferrante had it ready because Ferrante always had things ready. Four men in the city. Been watching the house for six days. No urgency in their movements, no preparation for immediate action. They were sitting and watching and waiting because they thought their target was contained and they didn't think they needed to rush. "He's wrong," I said. "I assumed you'd say that." "I need two more men here by morning. I need Caruso's four identified and watched. I want to know the moment any of them moves. The moment. Not five minutes after." "Understood." A pause. "How long are you staying."

My mother had arranged it without saying so. My father was somewhere else in the house. Elena was somewhere else in the house. The front room had three chairs and three people and a door that was closed and outside Caruso's men were two streets away and none of that was addressed because none of it was the point of this room right now. Luca stood because he hadn't been invited to sit. That was just how he was. He stood in the middle of the room with his jacket on and his hands at his sides and he looked at my mother in her chair and at me on the couch and at the room in general with the specific quality of a man clocking exits and finding them all accounted for. My mother said, "Sit down." He sat. I watched him register the fact that he'd just done what she said without thinking about it and filing it away without commenting on it. My mother looked at him for a moment. The way she looked at things she'd been thinking about for a long time. Then she started talking. She didn't

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Luca POVI left before sunrise.Ferrante was already awake when I came downstairs, which meant he'd either not slept or had slept in the chair in the front room again, which he did sometimes when things were unresolved. He looked at me and at the jacket in my hand and at the keys and said nothing.I said "hold everything until I'm back."He said "how long."I said "I don't know."He nodded and looked at his phone and that was the end of it. That was Ferrante. Twenty years and he still knew exactly when to ask questions and exactly when not to and I had taken that for granted for most of those twenty years and I was aware of that now in a way I hadn't been before everything fell apart.I got in the car.The road was dark and empty at that hour, the city still mostly asleep, and I drove through it and out the other side and onto the long stretch that would take me to her city and I settled in for four hours of driving which was four hours of thinking which was the problem with long driv

She sat on the floor. That was the first thing. My mother who had never in my memory sat on anything that wasn't a chair with her back straight and her hands in her lap sat down on the floor of my room beside me and put the key between us and looked at the wall. I looked at the key. Then I looked at her. She said "I'm going to start thirty years ago and I need you to listen to all of it." I didn't say anything. Just waited. She started. --- She was young when she met him. The daughter of the man who called the meeting, who offered the house, who had been the still point around which a war stopped. She grew up knowing what that house represented. What her father had done and what it had cost him and what it meant that the syndicate considered it protected ground. She met Luca's father at an event connected to the syndicate. She was in her early twenties. He was older, already running the Moretti operation, already carrying the specific weight of a man who has inherited somethi

My father arrived mid morning.He looked worse than he had at the hotel after the exile. The cut above his eye, the careful way he moved through the doorway, like someone who had been in a room with people who weren't gentle and was pretending it hadn't cost him anything.I looked at him standing in the doorway and felt something I hadn't been expecting. Not just relief. Something underneath relief that told me whatever half forgiveness I'd been withholding in that hotel room chair was going to be harder to withhold now that I was looking at his face.I didn't say any of that.I said "sit down" and went to find something to clean the cut above his eye.Elena pointed me to a cabinet in the bathroom without being asked. I came back with what I needed and pulled a chair in front of where my father was sitting and sat in it and started cleaning the cut. He winced once and didn't make a sound after that."Hold still," I said."I am holding still.""You're not."He held still.We didn't tal