The playful look she had on me morphed into seriousness when she noticed the gravity of my words.
“Have you had lunch, Sol?” She hinted if I wanted to take this conversation over lunch but I shook my head. There’s no better place but to have this conversation here.
“Alright.” She took the hint. “What is it, fratello?”
“Remember when I said you’re better suited being the don than I?” She raised a curious brow. A smirk started growing on her painted lips.
“I know where this is going.” She said in amusement. “Sol, he gave the family to you for a reason. It was not because I’m a woman or daddy’s little girl. That’s because I’m worse.”
“That’s exactly the reason why you’re better suited.”
“Why?” She asked. But I know her question is directed to the reason why I wanted to renounce the titl
