My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 670

Chapter 670

I did.

I understood exactly what I was doing.

I just didn’t know how to stop.

I saw him before he saw me.

He was sitting alone on one of the stone benches at the edge of the Capone cemetery. His black coat blended into the gray afternoon. His hat rested beside him.

His hands were folded over the top of his cane, though I knew he didn’t need it. He had always carried one when he met other Dons. It was part of the image.

Part of being Don Giovanni Toricelli.

Two Capone soldiers stood several yards behind him.

My feet started moving. Halfway there… I stopped.

Mom.

Her grave was only a few feet away. Fresh flowers still covered the stone. The soil hadn’t even settled yet.

I walked over to her instead. For a long moment, I simply stared at her name carved into the marble.

Hazel Capone.

Beloved Wife. Devoted Mother.

Loved Beyond Death.

It still didn’t feel real. I slowly crouched down. My fingertips brushed one of the white roses, “I’m sorry, Mom. I know you would’ve hated me for reaching out to him but I have to. I’m sorry.”

The words barely escaped my lips. I closed my eyes.

“I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing,” a lump settled in my throat. “I just… I need to know if I’ve been believing the wrong story all these years.”

The wind stirred softly through the cemetery. I stood again, looked at her one last time. Then turned toward the man waiting for me.

My father.

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