Whose voice was that? Who would say that to someone as unlovable as me?
"You're pathetic. You hesitated. You can't hesitate, Joe. Don Angelo's heir never hesitates," I said, eyeing his trigger finger still on the gun.
My vision blurred, my head ached and it was all I could do to remain up right. These symptoms had been around for a while, but the ache in my chest, the longing, that was new.
Lucianos don't have weaknesses.
"You're just a child. Still so stupid that you're more likely to shoot it off than I am. Give me the fucking gun, Joey," I said, not taking my eyes off him.
"What would your precious boyfriend think if he could see you now?" Joey asked through gritted teeth, doing his utmost to raise the blood coated gun.
That was fair. It was the one card he had to play right now, but I didn't have a boyfriend. That was stupid. Don Angelo would kill him without a second thought.
