By Fate I Conquer (Sins of the Fathers #4)(106)

“I know. Things got out of hand. Thank you for accepting my decision to stay at Greta’s side these last couple of weeks.”

“You didn’t really give me a choice.”

“I love her.”

Dad let out a deep sigh and turned into the street where the mansion was. “Officially, Nevio killed your wife. On paper she still was your wife, Amo. We haven’t officially announced it yet. But someone saw him in the city and Cressida disappeared.”

“I should have never married her, then none of this would have happened. I’ll never regret anything more than that.”

Dad nodded, surprising me. “If I’d known the extent of your connection to Greta, I would have never insisted you do.”

“I should have stood my ground and refused, but I was so fixed on becoming Capo that I’d have done anything, only after it was too later, I realized that I couldn’t fucking live without Greta.”

Dad parked the car in front of the house. Two guards sat in a black limousine in front of it. “If we agree on a truce with the Camorra, we’ll have to give our men an explanation as to why.”

“I’m willing to give them the truth because they’ll eventually figure it out anyway once I marry Greta.”

Dad smiled darkly. “I feared you’d marry her.”

“I will. Nothing in this world will stop me. Not you, and not a Falcone either. Greta will be mine.”

Dad leaned back in the seat with a sigh, running his hand through his hair, looking tired. “This could break the Famiglia.”

“You could disown me for being with Greta,” I said even if the words hurt, but nothing could ever hurt as badly as thinking I’d lost Greta, of finding out we’d lost part of our future, and seeing Greta’s face when she realized what had happened.

Dad touched my shoulder. His eyes softening. “I won’t ever disown you, Amo. You are and will always be my son.”

“Some won’t understand.”

Dad nodded. “We’ll try to convince them. And if that fails, we’ll handle it as we’ve always done. Our word is law and they either bow or die.”

It wouldn’t be as easy as that, but that Dad was willing to risk this battle, I was eternally grateful. I hugged him.

“I won’t ever forgive you for making the Falcones family though.”

I let out a raw laugh and pulled back, glad Dad broke this too emotional moment with his dry humor.





Matteo got in my face. “You allowed the little shit who kidnapped my daughter and wife to traipse into our territory and go around killing people.”

“Cressida got what she deserved.”

Matteo scoffed. Every single of our last fights had been about how I’d handled the situation with the Camorra after Nevio and his two buddies got their hands on Isabella and Gianna. I understood his anger only too well. Fuck, I was the protective madman from the two of us.

“And when will Nevio and Remo get what they deserve, and it’s not a fucking warm welcome in our city. I don’t want them here, not now, not ever. The Falcones attacked someone in our territory, we should retribute.”

Marcella shook her head. “Matteo, that piece of shit and her family had Greta stabbed. The girl probably won’t ever have children.”

Marcella touched her round belly, and swallowed hard. I patted her arm. I didn’t want her to work herself up.

“I’m fine.”

“It’s useless to coddle her. She gets mad at me every time I try,” Maddox said. When Marcella had picked him, the Famiglia was in an uproar. Now Amo’s choice would top that. My children chose love, and it was bringing the Famiglia to the brink of an internal war.

“We’re lucky Nevio didn’t burn down New York and every fucking member of the Famiglia. He’s fucking crazy. Even worse than his father. Fuck, Luca. You can’t allow them to be part of our meeting. We’re at war. And I don’t want peace with these bastards.”

“There can’t be war,” Marcella said. “Amo won’t live without Greta, not after what happened, not again. If we don’t negotiate a truce, we’ll lose Amo. He loves Greta like you love Gianna and Dad loves Mom.”

“And I love you,” Maddox reminded her. She rolled her eyes, but smiled to soften the blow. It was still hard to believe that my little girl had picked a biker, an enemy of the past. It was ironic that Amo too had to choose an enemy. I wasn’t sure if this was sign of bad parenting on my and Aria’s part, or not.

“Matteo, we need this peace. Gianna and Isabella will be safer without a war.”

“They will be the safest if we kill all the Falcones.”

“That won’t happen.”

“You can’t really consider making them family. I won’t be in the same room with Nevio Falcone without killing him.”

Matteo turned on his heel, stalked out and almost bumped into Amo, then he shook his head and left without another word.

Amo turned to me with a grimace. “He’s not taking it well.”

“He wants to protect Gianna and Isabella.”

“They’ll be safer with the Falcones as family.”

“I can talk to them,” Marcella suggested. “I’m sure Gianna and Isabella will vote for peace. They don’t care about revenge. And Matteo will listen to what they say.”