Chapter 18. We Were Never a Thing, Georgia

Ennio’s POV

Devastated isn’t the right word to put it.

I’m crushed, and I know who will be once she receives the news. Nonna has never been a big fan of Romano, even though he was her son. She resented him the moment she knew about Romano leaving my mother and me to fend off for ourselves, but at the end of the day, he was her son.

He was my father, and the heavyweight that tugs at my soul, as well as my heart, is so much to bear. I can’t cry even as I watch the casket being lowered to the depths below. Not that I don’t want to cry, it is just that I don’t know how to.

I’m drained. Drained of all the deaths and the betrayals. The betrayal hurts the most. First, my fucking brother, and now? My fucking wife? Who knew, right? The great Ennio La Monda actually put his trust in people only to be betrayed.

I feel like a fool, aside from feeling dead on the inside. Like always, Ash is by my side, and I know what is going on in his head. That he was right, that