Born in Blood Collection Volume 1 - Cora Reilly Page 0,187

wanted to leave this life behind, meeting with me isn’t exactly clever. Why are you even still in Chicago? Shouldn’t you be somewhere in the Caribbean or in South America, enjoying your newfound freedom from the mob?”

“I heard about your marriage to Dante Cavallaro.”

I scoffed. “You didn’t come back here because of that. Why would you get out of hiding for that? You were safe.”

Antonio looked away. I could tell that he was reluctant to answer my question. “I tried. Frank and I tried a different life, a normal life. I had enough money to live comfortably in Mexico for a while, and then the plan was to find jobs, to live as normal people do.”

“And?”

“I couldn’t do it, Val. I tried to work but it was degrading to work as if I was a nothing, to work for peanuts, to live without money. I was bored out of my mind. I tried for a while for Frank’s sake, but he realized I was unhappy, and so we decided to return to Chicago.”

“But why?” I asked. “You can hardly waltz into Dante’s office and tell him you’re alive. You broke your oath by leaving the Outfit. You betrayed them. They won’t welcome you with open arms.”

Antonio nodded grimly. “I know. Don’t you think I know that?”

Something dawned on me. “You want me to talk to Dante so he pardons you? You want me to come up with some crazy lie that will save your life?” I wasn’t sure there was anything I could do or say that would stop Dante from putting a bullet in Antonio’s head. He’d broken the mob’s cardinal rule. You couldn’t just leave the Outfit. It was for life.

Antonio grabbed my shoulder, eyes imploring. “If I could, I would undo what I’ve done. I wouldn’t leave you behind as a widow. You know I love you, Val, right?”

I exhaled slowly. “I know, Antonio. You told me more than once that you loved me like a sister.”

Antonio brought us even closer. “Maybe I could love you more than that. Maybe if we tried again, we could be more than a fake couple.”

“What are you saying?”

“I want to return to my old life, to you. I want to try for real this time.”

I was more confused than ever before in my life. “Antonio, you have Frank. What about him? You are gay.”

Antonio avoided my eyes. “I know. But you could be the exception. Frank wouldn’t mind if I acted as a husband should. He doesn’t mind sharing.”

I blinked, on the verge of laughter. “You want what…a love triangle?” I wasn’t sure what else to call this. It was too ridiculous to even consider.

Antonio gave me his most endearing smile. The one that brought back memories of our youth together, the one that had manipulated me countless times before.

“I’m married to Dante now. You aren’t even my husband anymore. You were declared dead.”

“But you can’t be married to Dante if I’m not dead, because our marriage is still valid.”

“You realize that Dante might be reluctant to agree to your insane suggestion, right?” I said. This was surreal. Maybe this conversation wasn’t happening. Maybe I was asleep and dreaming.

“Yes. He wouldn’t allow it, and he would kill me if he found out I’m alive. That’s why I need your help.”

Dread settled in my bones like a leaden weight. “What kind of help?”

“I know you didn’t want to marry Dante. He’s always been a cold bastard. You can’t be happy with him.”

“Antonio,” I said imploringly. “Spit it out.”

“When I decided to return to Chicago, I contacted a couple of my former friends who aren’t too fond of the way the Cavallaros run the Outfit, especially Dante with his new rules. I told them I had faked my death because I was sick of serving under the Cavallaros’ rule. They welcomed me with open arms. They want change as much as I do. Dante hasn’t been Capo for very long. This is the perfect moment to force a change.”

I swallowed, worrying where this was going. “Who are those friends?”

Antonio shook his head. “I can’t tell you, but they want what’s best for the Outfit. Once they are in power, I can safely return and be a part of the Outfit again.”

“Did you tell them you were gay?”

“Not yet, but I will eventually.”

“They won’t accept you.”

“That’s for me to worry about when the time comes. What matters is that I will get the chance to live in Chicago again, to return to you.”

“What