"Why did you do that?" I said, my voice barely a whisper.
"Because it's not an option. Our fathers are never the answer. You know that Stace," said Scott, stroking my hair in an attempt to soothe me.
"Then why is yours here?" I snapped.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that. It won't happen again. He's gone now. Your mom's here to answer some questions for Frankie. Want to come inside with me?" Scott asked.
He didn't know it, but he might as well have been asking for the whole world. Would one former FBI agent be enough to outsmart a Luciano?
The Luciano in question wasn't my father, I reasoned with myself. Don Angelo wouldn't concern himself with something as trivial as finding Jenny. Not when he had given her up like she was nothing. That was beneath him. Instead he'd milk the situation for all it was worth. The real question was, would I let him?
"This is going to work, right?" I asked meekly, begging for reassurance.
