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But for my father?

It was probably like it was yesterday

The day he walked into his ho wife, to find her in a puddle of blood on the kitchen floor

This was the anniversary of the day he failed to protect the woman he loved from his life

There wasn't much that could make my father shirk his responsibilities

But honoring his slain wife?

Yeah, that was the one thing that could make him say fuck New York and fuck everyone who didn't like it

He was going to go be alone and deal with the burden her death had placed on his shoulders

"The grave?" I asked Matteo I was fine with hi to mourn, to be alone, but he needed someone else there to keep an eye Especially now that whoever was trafficking in the people fro ere onto thes They could even be delusional enough to think that by taking out the boss in Navesink Bank, they ht be able to control the docks

"No He never goes to the grave except toand with us" On Christmas Eve To place a blanket there

"Where is he then?"

"Our good, old-fashioned, hopeless ro

"Right," I agreed, nodding "You do dao keep an eye on him"

"Really, the underboss can't exactly act as the bodyguard," Lucky reminded me

"Fine then his actual bodyguard can co off toward my car