He Chose Another Heir Now He Wants Me Back Chapter 23
I had asked him why he was helping me.
He stood in the doorway, the unlit cigarette between his teeth, and thought for a moment.
“You helped me defuse a bomb once. I remember.”
In truth, I had never taken a bullet for him.
I had only found three years of falsified records in the books and helped him preserve his leverage in an internal negotiation.
To him, that was a bomb that could have taken down several of his capos. To me, it had simply been a month of sleepless nights.
If Dante owed someone even the smallest favor, he repaid it with interest.
That business card had once seemed like an excuse to repay an old De Luca family debt. But six years had passed, and he had done more and more for me. Even he probably no longer knew if it was still repayment—or something else.
The hospital room door opened.
Luca came out.
His tie was loose, the line of his suit shoulders askew. He looked like a man whose frame had been dismantled and then forced upright again.
When he saw me, he stopped, then came over.