What’s so funny?” I cautiously ask.
“I was just thinking back to that night I went looking for you, the night I found you in the gym...do you remember?”
“Yeah,” I say, wondering where she’s going with this.
“We were so worried about simply being Anthony and Adrianna but we’ll never just be Anthony and Adrianna, will we? I’ll always be the mobster’s daughter and you will always be his enforcer. We can be parents, we can be gym owners but at the end of the day we will always be Anthony and Adrianna and the mob will always be the foundation our family was built upon.”
If today was any indication, she was right There will always be something that pulls us back, reminding us who we are and what we’re capable of. Today it was a bomb, tomorrow it’ll be when the mailman forgets to deliver her Amazon package and twenty years from now it’ll be when Victoria brings home a boyfriend.
I press my lips to hers gently, sealing our fate and the truth. We’ll never be ordinary.
“Now, let’s call our kids,” I say against her mouth.
She pulls back and dials the house, placing the call on speaker. My mother answers and instantly praises Jesus, cursing Jack, going through the whole spiel on how everyone I’m associated with has a death wish. Finally, she puts Luca on the phone and everything is right with the world again.
he terror we survived fades.
Revenge does too.
All that exists is the two innocent people who don’t know how ugly the world truly is.
And I hope they never do.