CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-SIX

We're standing in front of another open grave. In all my life, I've only ever attended two funerals. My grandmother's, which I can hardly remember. The rumor goes that she was run off the road by the wife of the man she was having an affair with at the time.

I haven't seen my mother in years, but if she's not careful, she will surely end up just like her mother.

Gabby's funeral is small and intimate, and nothing like the man we're burying her next to.

There is no ostentatious get-together afterward, just a few close friends of hers who look just as sad to lose her like her sons.

Security has been lightened significantly, although I don't think that's a good idea. If those people from Italy could kill Antonio over a deal, would they not come back for him? Would they do to me what they did to Gabby? That thought scares the living shit out of me.

The thought of my babies being hurt while they're inside me makes me murderous. I will do anything to protect them.

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