“İleride kesinlikle tehdit oluşturacak bir düşmanın yaşamasına izin veremezsin. Onlardan kurtulman gerekir. Eğer bu kadar içe ilerlemişlerse, neredeyse tüm ülkenin arazi yapısını biliyorlar. Coğrafi avantajlan var. Bu, düşmanın en büyük gücünü alt etmek için tek şansımız.”
“We know how to handle a baby.” Quincy balances Connor on his knee and shoos me away with one hand. “Off you go.” “You guys are the best. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”
“You’re making me all emotional now,” Rhett complains.
Heat of the scary kind crawls over my skin. When I look into his eyes,
it’s as if a bucket of ice is emptied down my shirt. An unwelcome shiver contracts my skin, and my fear turns from hot to cold. His irises are blue like the far-off glaziers I’ve only seen in pictures. Everything about him seems foreign. Out of place. Dangerous. He’s the kind of bad that’s even out of Napoli’s league.
But despite the danger I was in, I couldn’t help but imagine the Seven Dwarves from Snow White when I looked around the room. Instead of Grumpy, Doc, Bashful, and Dopey, however, it went something like this:
Adriano was the Hothead.
Massimo was the Bear.
Lars was the Blond.
Roberto was the Banker. I seriously would have expected him to work in finance, not in the mafia.
Valentino was the Loverboy, the ladies’ man.
Niccolo was the Trickster –
But Dario was still il Mostro.