*Leo*
I felt like shit lying to my girl. It felt like acid dripping from my tongue every single time I did it. And the hits just keep coming. After a while I was going to have to start lying about everyday life. The business seemed to be catching up to my fast pace. I was worried it would follow me home soon.
I didn’t want to lose her. If I start telling her the truth, I was sure that was going to happen. She didn’t want some gang banger. I thought about the way she looked when she talked about Matteo. Would she see him when I told her the truth? Would she see someone who demean and brutalize her?
I wanted her to see only me, the man, not the Don. If the truth of who I was came to light, would she see that man. Or would she only see the monster I sometimes had to play. I didn’t want her knowing about jobs like the ones I had to assign Franky to deal with men like Manny, who betrayed the family.
