"THE MAFIA...?" Shiloh echoed.
"Yes," he replied. "Look the only way I can explain is if we start at the very beginning."
"Okay," Shiloh said. "I'm listening."
Threading their fingers together Lucian looked down at their hands and sighed again. This was the moment of truth, either Shiloh was all in or he'd run away screaming. Either way, Lucian knew that it was time to start being honest, and if he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Shiloh then he wasn't going to lose him over this.
"When I was growing up I never understood why my father needed so much protection for my—carissima madre—Sofia was so protective of me growing up. Then after I turned nine I saw something I knew I'd never forget...I had come home early one afternoon and I didn't see anybody in the house so I decided to get a basketball from the basement to go play at the park…My father was there and he had a man on his knees and was pointing a gun down his throat."
Shiloh gasped but he continued.
