Mafiosa (Blood for Blood #3)(99)

The investigation continues.





EPILOGUE




The music from the radio was vibrating against the car windows, our voices drowning out the lyrics as we sang shamelessly at the top of our lungs. Luca was tapping a rhythm on the steering wheel, side-glancing at me with mock outrage as I pealed into another fit of laughter. Our fingers were entwined on the armrest between us, our faces pressed to the city as it rose to meet us.

It was summertime in Chicago, and my heart was full of possibility.

‘There it is,’ I shouted over the music. ‘My one true love. Chicago.’

Luca pressed a hand to his heart. ‘That hurts.’

‘Were the buildings always so sparkly?’ I asked.

‘Was the sky always this blue?’ he replied.

I batted my eyelashes at him. ‘Can I know what the surprise is now?’

‘Nope,’ he said sweetly. ‘Absolutely not.’

We drove into the heart of the city, Luca constantly rebuffing my curiosity, me refusing to relinquish it. Finally, we parked our rented Camaro in a garage on West Washington Street, and by the time I got out, I was almost ready to throttle him.

‘Now can I know?’

He strode on to the street, beckoning for me to follow him.

‘Why do you have to be so incessantly curious all the time?’ ‘Why do you have to be so incessantly annoying?’

He grinned at me over his shoulder. ‘Just am, I suppose.’

I glared at the back of his head. ‘I don’t like surprises, I’ll have you know.’

‘You liked it when Millie came to visit you last week, didn’t you? That was a surprise.’

‘That was different,’ I said pointedly. ‘My love for Millie outweighs my distrust of surprises.’

Luca shrugged. ‘Well, fortunately for me, I quite enjoy them.’

‘You do not,’ I said, jogging to keep up with his purposeful strides. He was dressed in jeans and army boots, his blue T-shirt rippling in the light breeze, and I was really trying to stay focused but even from the back, he was unfairly dazzling. ‘You hate surprises.’

‘OK, I’ll amend that. I really enjoy Sophie-directed surprises.’ He paused, and then added, ‘Specifically when I’m the one doing the surprising.’

He slowed his pace, as if remembering that some of us weren’t over six feet tall. ‘Don’t keel over on me now,’ he said warningly. ‘It will ruin everything.’

The further away we got from the car the more buoyant he became. He was practically bouncing with every step, and not for the first time over the last six months, I found myself marvelling at this version of him: unguarded, happy, free.

I hurried along beside him, my yellow summer dress whipping behind me. The sun rippled along my arms, and I raised my face to it, letting it splash freckles across my cheeks. ‘I forgot how much I loved summer in the city,’ I said.

Luca nodded his agreement, his blue eyes blazing in the brightness. ‘Some day, we can come back here for good, Soph.’ His voice changed, a shred of darkness creeping in. ‘Just not yet.’

Not yet, I reminded myself. It was too soon to rebuild a life with permanence, a life without threat. For now, everything was not yet.

‘But we have today,’ he said, his lips curving as he looked down on me. ‘We’ll make the most of it.’

Then I saw it. In fact, I would have seen it way sooner if I hadn’t been dissecting every square inch of perfection on Luca’s face. By the time I realized where we were, we were almost inside the Cadillac Palace Theatre. And I was standing directly in front of a giant billboard.

Every word in the English language galloped into oblivion. I was reading the words The Phantom of the Opera and I was trying very hard not to burst into tears. I thought I had sorted that annoying little problem out in recent months, but my heart was hammering in my chest, and my breathing had turned to little spiky inhales and I could feel Luca watching me, waiting for my reaction. I clamped my mouth shut and waited for my emotions to stop bouncing around inside me.

Calm down. Focus. It’s just a musical. It’s not a big deal.

Yes, thank you, rational Sophie.

No. It’s not just a musical. It’s the musical. He’s taking you here because your mother never got a chance to bring you.

‘Sophie?’ Luca was leaning against the wall, his head cocked to one side, watching me. Concern rippled across his forehead. ‘You haven’t said anything.’

Oh God. I could feel my lip quivering.

His hand came to the small of my back – a gentle touch, a current of warmth in my skin as he drew me towards him. The world faded away, until it was just the two of us.

‘Are you happy?’ he asked me quietly. ‘If you’re not happy, we can go.’

‘I’m happy,’ I said. ‘I’m so happy I think I might cry.’

He swiped a renegade tear from my cheek. I averted my gaze, clenching my nails into my palms to stop another one from sneaking out.

‘Are you crying because you have to endure this with me?’ he asked, delicately. ‘That’s it, right?’

‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘You’re just the worst.’

He pulled two tickets out of his pocket and pressed them into my hand. I wrapped my arm around his back, and he kissed the top of my head, his breath ruffling my hair. ‘Happy birthday, Cuore mio.’