"Do you ever think of leaving this life?" she asked quietly. "This mafia life?"
"I have never really thought about it," he said honestly.
"You should."
"Bambola…" He said it softly. "No one quits the famiglia. You may choose to take a break every once in a while, but you cannot step out of being in the famiglia."
It was the architecture of the world he inhabited — walls that didn't move because you wished them to.
"Then have you ever thought about those you would leave behind?" Vee asked. "People who love you?" She paused. "Me?"
Death was not a new concept to Luca. He had made his peace with it before he'd even hit twenty. He had been in situations where he had wanted death, had bargained for it. He had been captured once, held for days while men with no particular imagination and a great deal of time tested the limits of what a body could endure before its owner gave up information. He hadn't given up a single name.
