Chapter 73
Giorgio
If you didn’t count the disastrous trip to see my family, then life was great.
Things with Emilia couldn’t have been better. For the first time in my life, I was in love – really in love.
When I went to sleep next to her, I drifted off incredibly happy…
And I woke up every morning with a smile on my face.
She was the first thing I saw in the morning. There wasn’t a better way imaginable to start the day.
She was happy, too – and not just because of our relationship.
Now that Maurizio was out of the picture, it was like a crushing weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She still mentioned it occasionally weeks later.
“I feel like I can finally breathe again,” she told me, then tearfully added, “Thank you.”
Everything I’d ever done in my entire life was worth it, just for the look on her face.
Work was fantastic, too.
Things were peaceful. Sure, there were some minor run-ins with street hoodlums, but those were nothing compared to what we’d had to deal with back when Fausto was trying to kill us.
We’d tell the drug dealers to get lost. If they didn’t, we’d beat the crap out of them and send them on their way.
Word got around quickly not to mess with the Rosolini family.
Adriano was happy with my work, as were Niccolo and Don Rosolini.
Bianca and Lucia continued their friendship with Emilia.
And every night, I got to be with the most wonderful woman I’d ever met.
All in all, life was amazing –
And then… out of nowhere… disaster struck.