Poor little girl, you don’t understand what you’ve gotten into. He’s got a smile on his lips, but it’s not a smile of happiness. ” But what exactly does different mean? Giuseppe reaches over, placing his rough, calloused hand on top of mine, squeezing lightly to draw my attention back to him. We said ‘I do’ that very night, in the chapel at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas, and I’ve spent every night since then convinced I’d made the right decision.
I know the things he’s done, the things he wanted to do. This time, when I said yes, I knew exactly what I was committing to. Six weeks ago, Naz asked me to marry him. The physical wound healed but my heart is another story. Should I even want him to? It has been over a year since a bullet tore through me in the foyer of the home in Brooklyn, although my chest still aches like it happened yesterday. He has been different, that’s true, but I know that doesn’t mean he has actually changed. “But he’s different,” I say, my eyes drifting to the small wooden table between us, like maybe subconsciously I doubt my own words. He knows what he knows and feels how he feels, and when it comes down to it, he won’t hesitate to tell you how it is. He speaks in riddles a lot of the time, something his son inherited from him, but his point is always there, front and center. A leopard doesn’t change its spots.” Giuseppe Vitale isn’t usually a man to mince words.
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