"Repeat that? I don't think I heard you right."
"I said I have no intention of taking over the Spanish mob."
Francesca frowned down at her manicure, shifting the nails under the light of the hospital room. "Yeah, that's what I thought you said."
I rolled my eyes, having had the exact same back and forth ten times now. She was in complete disbelief.
"Why?"
"Francesca, I have a mission. Half of it is complete." There was a void in my chest that wouldn't go away no matter what I did. "This has been my plan from the beginning."
"So you're just going to get revenge and then what?" She straightened in her seat, glaring at me. "You'll live as a civilian?"
No.
My silence spoke what I didn't say as we looked at each other. I watched different emotions flicker over her face, through her eyes until she paled, slumping in her seat.
"Please tell me you're joking..."
"I need to atone." And there was nothing else for me besides that. "I'm tired, tía."
