At their wedding, he and Massimo had gotten so drunk they had both been carried back to their rooms.
What fools they had been. How the hell was he supposed to know that day was going to spell their doom?
He had stood beside Massimo through everything, even when Carol left him. They had buried secrets together. Protected each other's weaknesses. Raised their children under the shadow of an alliance that was supposed to become stronger with marriage.
Enzo rubbed a hand over his face. He had to gather the courage to speak with Massimo. This madness couldn't continue.
*****
Don Genovese was at his office by the wharf when he was informed Enzo was there to see him. Ships moved slowly in the distance. Men worked below among crates, forklifts and ropes. Massimo sat behind his desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled to his forearms, reading through a file.
Massimo sighed. Maybe Marco was right. Maybe Enzo didn't really buy the apology. "Send him in."
A moment later, Enzo entered.
