Moving to the wall of screens, the dread begins to drown me, but I can't walk out of here without truly knowing. After all, isn't this what he wants? What he's been trying to warn me about. He wants me to know who he is and what he's capable of. He wants me to have an informed fear and to know the man I said I was beginning to fall for. This might not be how he intended for me to find out, but isn't it best I know now before I fall too deeply?
I have to respect his decision to warn me. It's about as noble as it gets in the mafia world, but now that I'm peeking through the window of his soul, I don't know how I'm ever supposed to belong to him.
How can I give myself to a man who's capable of slaying an entire family line? A man who so unforgivingly can put a bullet through someone's head simply for existing in the wrong room at the wrong time. A man who shamelessly walks into a human trafficking auction house and is the one they fear?
How stupid could I be?
