ADVERTISEMENT
them like strangers.
“My girls went silent again,” Dominic said. “The second you walked out. They won’t look at me. They hate me.”
“I know. Rosa called.”
Dominic turned toward her.
“You know who I am?”
“Yes, Mr. Russo. My whole Bronx knows who you are.”
“Then why aren’t you afraid?”
Elena gave a soft, sad laugh.
“Because I’ve already lost everything. My father continue reading …
ADVERTISEMENT