Forty-three: Cesare Luna

Forty-three:

Cesare Luna

“A body found in the Luna family restaurant was identified as Octavious Luna. The Luna family has had problems with the law before, as his brother was arrested previously for issues with taxes.”

“Fuck!” Marco pulled over to the side of the road.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“That’s your father,” he said, “the man that was killed.”

I looked at the radio, then back at Marco. I should have felt something. But I was still struggling to remember my past. I remembered the important things. I knew that Emmilia Vitore was my wife. I knew that I had a daughter with her. That my brother was obsessed with her and working with her uncle, who was also obsessed with her and had the delusion that Emmilia was his daughter. I should have felt sad about the man that was my father being dead. But when Marco said the words, I felt nothing. “Oh,” was all I could say.

Marco looked at me. “Well, that’s an appropriate reaction. But you know this is going to derail any plans for you ha