Savior of Regrets by L. A. Cotton

Author:L. A. Cotton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Delesty Books

“Matteo, Lorenzo.” Our Uncle Alonso greeted us the second we stepped into Uncle Toni’s study. Genevieve and Alessia were still at the hospital which was the only reason he’d called us to the house instead of meeting somewhere neutral.

“Uncle Al, how’s it going?”

“Can’t complain.”

“Come, sit.” He motioned to the table. Nicco; my father; and Stefan, Uncle T and Al’s consigliere, were already seated, their expressions grim. Whatever had happened wasn’t good.

“We didn’t know you were driving down from Boston,” Enzo said.

“Didn’t know it myself until Michele called me.” The two of them shared a knowing look.

“What’s going on?” I said, blood roaring in my ears.

“We need to make some hard decisions, son.”

“But Uncle Toni isn’t—”

“He’s not going to get better enough to return.”

“W-what?” I blurted out, feeling like the rug had been pulled from under my feet. “Nic?”

“The doctor said that even if he wakes up, the road to recovery will be extensive.” He dragged a hand down his face, his eyes vacant and expression haunted. “Given the new intel on DiMarco and Lombardi, Uncle Michele, Stefan, and Uncle Al decided we need to make the change now.”

“Fuck,” Enzo breathed.

“Effective immediately, Niccolò is now acting boss,” Uncle Al said.

Nicco didn’t look happy about it. In fact, he looked downright miserable. But I didn’t blame him. It was a huge burden to carry.

“Stefan is going to stick around, try to help you figure out this Lombardi thing. It could be something, it could be nothing.”

“And DiMarco?” I asked, immediately regretting it.

My father’s heavy gaze found me across the table. He leaned back slightly, steepling his fingers, and let out a long, steady breath.

“Tell them.”

Shit.

I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. I should have kept my mouth shut. But it was too late now—everyone was watching me and if I didn’t tell them, he would.

“We have a problem,” I said.

Enzo slouched in his seat, burying his face in his hands.

“Out with it,” Uncle Al demanded.

“It was my call,” Enzo jumped in.

“No, it was my call. I take full responsibility for this. It ends with me.” Nicco addressed his uncle and family advisor. “A little over a week ago, Enzo and Matteo went to visit DiMarco. But they never made it to Providence. Enzo got a call from the hospital over in Pawtucket. When they got there, they found one of DiMarco’s girls beaten and raped.”

I winced at his harsh assessment, my fist curling against my thigh.

“What was she doing in Pawtucket?” Uncle Al asked. “And why the fuck did she call Enzo?”

Nicco looked to our cousin and nodded.

“A few weeks ago, I was in Providence,” Enzo said. “I came across one of DiMarco’s girls crying in the bathroom. A couple of days later, he asked me to go check on one of his girls at her apartment. It was the same woman. Something felt off about the whole thing, so I gave her my number and said if she ever needed help to call me.”

“It was the same girl?” Stefan asked, and Enzo nodded.

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