"Cas…you cannot blame yourself for anything. My father made this mess. Please, let me handle this." Vee begged.
"How?" he asked.
"I don't…" Vee started, then stopped. Her eyes drifted to the window. "…I don't know yet."
Cassidy exhaled slowly. He already knew where this was going. He had known since Luca Genovese first stepped into his living room.
"Are you going to let him sleep with you to let Valentina go?" he asked quietly.
"I…" Her throat worked. "…I'll do whatever it takes, Cas. I'm not going to stand here and lie to you or sugar coat anything."
His lips thinned as he nodded once.
"I get it. I get it." A bitter huff escaped him. "I guess he was right then. He really does own the NYPD. Everyone is afraid to touch him."
"Cas…" Vee stepped closer, her hands curling into fists at her sides. "I am so sorry. You really are a sweet man."
He smiled, crooked and sad.
"Did you mean what you said last night?" he asked.
"What's that?" Vee said.
"You said you love me."
