Mafiosa (Blood for Blood #3)(89)

‘We’re not at war, Sophie, you and I,’ Nic added. ‘I’m on your side, but you’re a Falcone now, remember?’

He turned and thudded back downstairs, taking the cold, hard truth of the matter with him.

My phone buzzed against my hip. It was a text from Millie.



I’m at Evelina. Come outside.





CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE


OUT OF THE DARKNESS




Millie was leaning against the door of her car, arms folded across her chest.

I jogged towards her. ‘What is it?’

She slammed into me, and wrapped her arms around me so tightly I could barely breathe. ‘Oh my God oh my God oh my God, Soph, oh my God.’

I held on tight, breathing in her Flowerbomb perfume. ‘I’m sorry, Mil.’

She pulled back from me, a steadying hand on each shoulder. ‘It’s all over the papers.’

‘My dad—’ My voice broke off.

She pulled me into another hug. ‘I know. I’m so sorry.’

I didn’t realize how much I needed Millie until she was there, holding me up. All the pain and confusion and emptiness fissured, and the tears came freely.

‘Did you see it?’ she asked, pulling back from me. ‘Did you see who killed your father?’

‘Nic.’

‘God,’ Millie sighed. ‘Oh God, Soph, I’m so sorry.’

‘I’ll never forgive him. I can’t even look at him.’

Her frown deepened, crinkling her nose and pulling her brows together. Her freckles were darker in the harsh winter light. It was so early still, and yet she must have been driving for hours …

‘How did you get here so fast?’ I asked her. ‘How did the paper come so early at the cottage? I thought you were in the middle of nowhere.’

She frowned at me. ‘Don’t you know?’

‘Know what?’

‘Soph, Luca called me.’

‘L-Luca?’ I couldn’t grasp that sentence. ‘What? Why? When?’

‘Late last night,’ she said. ‘He told me everything.’

‘Why?’ I repeated. I had been busy trying to keep Millie in the dark and now she knew everything – and Luca had been the one to tell her. He had shattered omertà.

Millie was looking at me with equal confusion. ‘Why?’ she repeated. ‘Because he wants me to take you away from here, Soph. He wants you out of the family.’

He wants you out.

The chasm in my chest peeled open again. ‘I don’t understand.’

‘Yes, you do,’ said Millie. ‘You understand perfectly well.’

There was a hint of scolding in her voice. I knew that beneath her sympathy and worry she was angry with me. I had been reckless. I had gone after something that was never going to cure me or make me feel better. I had lied to her. I had put myself in danger.

‘It’s a miracle that you’re still alive,’ she said. ‘You realize that, don’t you?’

I nodded, barely aware of the tears sliding soundlessly down my cheeks.

‘Staying here is no longer an option.’

I stared at my own scuffed Converse.

‘It’s madness,’ she said. ‘I’m not leaving here without you.’

I looked at her again – I had never seen her so serious, so determined.

‘I’m pulling you out, Soph,’ she said. ‘You can come willingly, or you can come by your hair, but this world you’re living in is about to implode and this life is not for you. I know you know that. Choose to recognize it. Please.’ Desperation broke into her last word. Her eyes were filling up. ‘Please,’ she said again. ‘Choose life. Choose happiness.’

‘I don’t know how, Mil,’ I whispered. The tears were falling freely on to my neck, sliding inside my collar and turning to pinpricks of ice.

‘Try,’ she pleaded. ‘Forgive yourself.’

‘I can’t.’

‘You can,’ she insisted. ‘Forgive yourself.’

I shook my head.

She grabbed it in her hands. ‘Look at me,’ she demanded. ‘There is no life here, Sophie. Only death. Only grief. You are more than your pain. You are more than your loss. You are more than your mindset.’

I grabbed her hands and kept them in mine.

‘You know you have to go,’ she told me. ‘You know that, don’t you?’

I did know. I knew the minute we left Donata Marino’s house.

I nodded, slowly, reluctantly. ‘But where?’ I asked her. ‘I can’t stay with you, not while the Marino family are still active. The Falcones are moving to another safe house, and I don’t have anyone else. No one who would be willing to hide me …’ I trailed off, feeling nothing but despair. ‘I’m lost.’

‘You have to trust your father,’ she said firmly.

‘What?’

She reached into her pocket and pulled out an envelope. ‘I stopped by my house on the way back from the cottage this morning. This was waiting for me. It’s a letter from your father.’ She thrust it towards me.

I took it with shaking hands. My father’s last written words. And they were to my best friend. I opened the envelope and unfolded the letter.