Knowing Your Place

Rocco’s POV

Ale was already waiting in the car. As I moved to enter, Moro caught my hand again, his eyes searching mine.

“Please,” his tone was fatherly. “I know they’ve hurt you and they’ve stolen too much from you. But don’t lose your soul.”

My face hardened as I pulled my hand away, avoiding his gaze.

“Goodbye, Moro.”

I slid into the car and Enzo slammed the door shut.

At the back,