Promise you'll come back home.

Luciano pov

Leaving my family behind, even when I know I must, sucks. Over the years, I had to learn how to trust the men next to Seth, and as soon as the triplets were born, I felt like the worst father alive each time I had to travel somewhere without them.

It's always easier to go anywhere if I have all of them around me and I protect them. But now, that's not the case.

Sure, a part of me misses them so badly I want to turn the car around and speed back to my son's district, but the other part, the one still capable of thinking, knows how badly the temptation could turn around and bite my ass.

On the bright side, the sooner I deal with DeAmes, the sooner I can return to my family, so that's sort of an amazing fucking motivation to stop overthinking and find the bastard before he takes the first step.

As I add more force to the gas pedal, my phone starts ringing, and I reach for the car console screen to accept the incoming call. There's no need to pry my gaze away from the road