We're Even

Killian

This wasn’t the first time I’d had to apologize to Tommaso, and it likely wouldn’t be the last. In my defense, I’d grown up with him. We’d fought like brothers our entire lives. Roughing each other up and throwing punches over women should have ended in our twenties, however, and I had been inexplicably in the wrong for nearly killing him over Sera.

I hesitated at the door to his room, my hand raised to knock. What could I even say? Sorry? That felt like nothing compared to what I owed him now.

The last time we’d fought like this had been the same night I’d gotten the news I’d just become the boss of the Ricci family. I’d been hellbent on dying to avenge my father’s murder. Sera wanted to hear all about it after being informed of the story by Joyce, but in all honesty, I could barely remember what had happened. Tommaso had almost killed me that night trying to save my life.

Shuffling sounds drifted from behind the door. I knocked, and the shuffling stopped, followed by a grunt