Fifty-Eight.

(Gemma’s POV)

I hadn’t planned a trip to Deadwood to see Alphonso – or bring Frank to see Alphonso.

As a matter of fact, I didn’t want to be here babysitting Frank, despite how much I like him, but rather be with Abigail and Oscar.

I had moves to make if I wanted to be able to get out of the mafia business and pursue my passion of being a mother and a wife – hopefully.

But it was hard to make those moves with Don watching over my back all the time.

My guess is he didn’t trust me yet and he needed someone watching over me. I believed that Don preferred it be Alphonso in charge of me, and he didn’t want anyone else.

My line of thought was what had me going to pick up Frank, I couldn’t even say goodbye to Abigail as she would have wanted to come along with Frank and I.

I never thought that I would have ever wanted to give up my life of crime for a chance to have a normal li