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She hesitated Car over them as he motioned for her to stay where she was She eyed hi his phone to his ear and speaking quietly to ensure she couldn’t overhear

A sinking feeling settled into the pit of her stomach She knew the easy couldn’t last, that the seas He was a part of that life, and there were things about his she could never know Carmine harbored secrets that would never be spilled

Not wanting to appear to be eavesdropping, Haven took a step away and quietly gazed at the headstone that rave

Maura DeMarco

April 1965–October 1996

"Ana--e vai dor to be ripped from the world Dr DeMarco had lived in to i to face the realization that he would never have it back, he would never feel the spark again

"Sorry about that," Carhts "It was--"

"I don’t need to know," Haven cut hiardless

An aard silence lingered before Carna--e vai dor the line chiseled into the stone "It o to sleep’"

Haven smiled softly "I like that"

"Me, too," hehis lips "That’s what she did"

"She was an a woman"

"She was Too bad I couldn’t take after her more Instead, I’ out with those words "Vincent DeMarco’s son, so thatenemy As much as I hate it, it’s true I’m one of them"

"You aren’t"

"I a know" He shook his head "You wouldn’t be able to look at me if you knew"

"You only did what you had to do"

"You don’t even knohat I’ve done," he said "What I’ve stood by and watched without saying a goddamn word I’ve watched people die and kept mycount What kinda person does that?"

"Me," Haven said quietly "Did you forget about Frankie killing that girl? Number 33--that’s all I know about her, a number written on a piece of paper someone stuck to her She’s dead and I don’t even know her na to help her"

He shook his head "That’s different"

"How?"

"He would’ve fucking killed you"

"Are you saying they won’t kill you if you don’t go along with it?"

"It’s still not the saravation clear in his voice "You were born into it, but I chose this life I chose to be this fucking person"

"For ood"

"Good," he sneered "They talked today about how good my father was, about all the people he helped, but what about the bad? He helps a few people and suddenly all the ones he hurt are forgotten? What about what he did to you? What about what he did to me? He opened fire on a house and I had to see that shit! Then hethen he fucking tried to"

He shook as he fought for control, on the verge of hyperventilating Haven rubbed his back, her tears steadily falling He hurt, and she had no idea how to one," Carlory, and I can’t help but hate hione, too! And the worst part is that I wasn’t surprised, because he did exactly what I would’ve done I would’ve killed every single one of those oddarabbed his ar so quickly she had a hard ti into his pocket and pulling out a silverit to his lips, he closed his eyes and shuddered as he took a drink "I owe you a lot of apologies, but sorry doesn’t seeood," Haven said, not liking his self-loathing Based on his de hio--the road to hell is paved with good intentions? Makes sense, I guess, since I’ that way"