"I got all the thanks I need from your sister," he replied.
"Which brings me to the next..." She inhaled slowly. "What are your intentions toward my sister?"
He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands over his abdomen. Was he about to have this conversation with a teenager? In his own office, under the silent observation of a man who would kill on his command? He let out a low chuckle. "What?" he said. "Are you going to break my legs if I hurt her? Is this where this is going?"
"Actually yes. My sister has spent her life protecting me," she continued. "Working for us. Holding that shop together with her bare hands. When Inferi attacked the shop, her first instinct was to hide me. And you know what I did?" Valentina pressed on. "I stayed hidden. I listened while he beat her. She has always been the shield," Valentina said. "And I have always been the one behind it."
"She is quite protective of you," Luca acknowledged.
The resemblance between the sisters was undeniable.
"I know," Valentina replied. "I may not be able to hurt you physically if you hurt her." She lifted her chin slightly, a gesture that felt older than her years. "She seems to care about you, of all people. And I have decided not to question it."
Luca understood perfectly what she meant.
"I have decided to trust her," she continued. "If you make her happy, I’m all for it."
"But I want to stop hiding," she said, and now her voice sharpened. "I want to stop holding her back. I want to protect her too."
"I can protect her," Luca said evenly. "And by extension, you."
Valentina shook her head slightly. "I don’t want to feel helpless," she said. "My helplessness gets people in trouble." She swallowed, forcing herself forward. "Marco tried to help me escape from Bastardi. He had everything right. And I still couldn’t manage to run. I watched him take the hit because I couldn’t move fast enough. Because I was afraid."
Luca’s gaze flicked briefly to Marco.
"So," Valentina said, inhaling deeply, "I would like to join the familia. Your familia, specifically."
Luca stared at her, certain he had misheard.
He let out a short, incredulous breath. "You what?"
Shock rippled visibly across his features now.
Marco stepped forward immediately, abandoning his post at the door. "She doesn’t know what she is talking about," Marco said instantly.
"I do. I do, Marco," Valentina shot back, her composure finally cracking. "I’m done being the weakling of the family."
Luca chuckled under his breath. He lifted a hand slightly toward Marco, signaling him to stand down. "You want to be part of the familia?" Luca said, folding his arms loosely across his chest. "It’s simple. Marry someone from the familia."
"And be a weakling to him too?" she snapped.
"Valentina..." Luca exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "First of all... let’s even ignore the fact that your sister is going to slice my balls, chop them into tiny pieces, chew them and spit them out for even entertaining this conversation. You’re... what, sixteen?"
"I’m eighteen," she cut in instantly. "And my age is not a problem because I have seen boys my age guarding for you. Is this because I am a girl?"


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