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FRANCESCA's POV As much as Dante wanted to admit that he cared nothing about his mother and how she treated him, it was obvious the wound was still bleeding and festering. He had been a child so it was understandable that he would feel so much hate at that time but I only hoped he knew that she loved him. I did not know the woman but the picture I was looking at said a lot of things about the way she cherished her boys and I wondered what had caused her withdrawal from them. Not like the life of the mafia wasn’t something to mess with a person’s mental health. The only reason my mother had survived till the illness took her was because there was love and my father had tried everything within his power to keep her away from that life. He never allowed her listen or sit in business meeti