Was that hesitation I saw in her eyes? It was there for just a second, after she threw me a glance, but it was definitely there. Wasn't it? I was the one that said all the versions of her were mine. Not Don Angelo's, but fucking mine. He couldn't have a single bit of her.
Somehow I knew she wouldn't believe that though. I was not even sure what I believed anymore. The shock was just so severe. There were no right words for this situation. I didn't have a clever thing to say to make her stop. At least present day Scott didn't.
I thought back to Prague, when she didn't believe that I loved her. That was what my girl needed now. To believe she was loved, despite her holding her own brother at gunpoint. If I couldn't sell it, Luca and I were dead men. I didn't know if Luca believed what he said, but he was right. Don Angelo and Stacy weren't a them. Not yet. Not until she pulled that trigger.
