Chapter 117

Dante

This is fine, right? Jean said I could tell her anything, and I want to tell her everything. I know that I should tell her everything, but that doesn’t stop the voice in my head screaming at me to stop. Somehow, it knows that there’s a chance that Jean might turn away from me again after hearing my truth.

And that terrifies me. The thought of losing her forever scares me more than anything.

“Take your time,” Jean says, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. God, I don’t deserve her. She’s too pure, too perfect for me, yet here I am, a selfish asshole who wants her all to himself.

“It’s about time I told you the whole truth about the family.” I manage to say finally. Jean may have been involved with some of our missions and she has immersed herself among the mafia don’s wives, but really she has only managed to scratch the surface of my world.

She knows the glitz and glamour, and she knows about the blood and violence, but Jean doesn’t know about what happens in between, and the r