"Why do you do this?" she asked quietly. "Why do you do this job?"
"Some paths in our lives are chosen for us," Marco said.
"You can choose your own path, Marco." She stood in front of him. Her eyes were too big for her face tonight, glossy with fear.
"We don't quit the familia, Miss Scalese. Don't worry about me. Come on. Get something to eat. It's going to be a long night. Go."
She nodded and turned toward the kitchen, her steps light but stiff.
She had barely crossed the threshold when the sound reached him. Engines. Multiple. Marco's body reacted. His spine straightened. His hand flexed. His eyes snapped to the camera screen mounted on the left wall.
The courtyard bloomed on the monitor. Black SUVs rolled in. Doors opened. Men stepped out.
Julian.
What the fuck were they doing there?
Julian adjusted his coat as he walked. His men fanned out.
Marco was on his feet and moving. He crossed the living room and stepped outside.
They stopped inches apart.
