"I've got a small apartment," he said, cutting the engine. "I use it sometimes when work keeps me too busy to go home. Someone comes by to clean it regularly. You can stay there."
He led me upstairs.
On the way, I asked him, "Luca, why did you decide to become a lawyer?"
Considering his background, his ties to the Valente outfit, the connections that could have set him on an entirely different path, he should've been positioned to rise through the ranks, not sit for a bar exam.
He held the elevator for me, then stepped in and turned to face me. "Wasn't that your dream?"
His words froze the smile on my face. I looked down and let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah. I almost forgot."
Besides being the Falcone bride, I was still Adriana.
