CHAPTER 65

"So, let me get this right is not your father, but Valentino is your brother, well, half-brother?" I asked, raising a brow as his head sat perched on my boobs.

My hands were playing in his hair, massaging his scalp with my fingertips. His eyes were shut, but I knew he was wide awake.

"My father's name was Roberto. He's who brought us into the mafia world. My mother met him in Italy where he brought her into the dark underground world. At first, she was hesitant, but she knew that she loved him-she stayed. As we grew older, we were treated like princes. We never saw Roberto much, and Angelo wasn't in the picture at all for Valentino. Luckily for us, our mother was always there," he told me. I continued to play in his hair as he spoke with his eyes still shut up from the world.

"Valentino is a lot older than I am. Sometimes, my father would take him, and he used to show him the life that he wanted him to take over one day. Everything my brother knows, he learned from my father. Your fat