Chapter 11

We left before dawn. Lucia and Leo in one car. Me, the twins, and Matteo in another. Rocco driving. "Where are we going?" I asked. "A safehouse in Maine. Nobody knows it exists. Not even my capos." Luca was asleep in his car seat. Gianna was not. She was staring at Matteo with the same suspicious scowl I'd given him for a year. He stared back like she was the most terrifying and beautiful thing he'd ever seen. "She doesn't like you," I said. "She's smart." Gianna reached out one chubby...