(NIKOLAI)
My children were permitted one call a week with me, and I looked forward to those calls more than anything else.
They were like air, reassuring and necessary to my very survival. Being apart from Luca and Nic was like a bad dream—something I had to endure, but every second tore apart my soul.
Vito and I were in the office, working, but I had the phone by my hand, the ringer switched on.
Every few seconds, I glanced down to make sure I hadn't missed the call. I was moving money around, using my contacts around the globe to launder the fraud income, distributing it to various smaller businesses. It was complicated and detailed, and it required my complete attention.
Unfortunately, I was distracted.
I needed to see her.
I switched my screen over to the camera in my bedroom.
The screen filled with the image of her spread out on the bed, watching TV with her sister.
