The only thing I intend to do with the rest of my life is to fulfill my promise to the family. Take care of them, support them, and keep the Bianchi's where they belong. On top. I would do anything for my famiglia. But now Amadeo is asking for too much.
Those are his exact words before he leaves me with a twenty-two year old boy. One that's too clingy, too needy, too upbeat. Romare has seen the ugliest underbelly of Atlanta, so why does he still smile as if he doesn't have a care in the world? When my life becomes stuffed animals, binkies, and forced cuddles I'm already in over my head.