Donna Vittoria would grumble about it from time to time, but that foolish old man would just laugh and wave it off. "It's fine. I trust my people. When the day comes, they'll see us properly buried."
He was wrong, in the end.
But I knew that foolish old man.
He believed, to his last breath, that people were born good. Whenever his protégés made mistakes, he always gave them a chance to make things right.
I never agreed with that. But I didn't want him to die with his eyes open, restless and unsettled.
So I did what Master would have done. I gave Edoardo and Rosalia one chance.
"I'll handle avenging Master myself. I don't need your help."
"Go back to the Castellano house now. Stay with Master and Donna Vittoria."
"Carry on Master's legacy. Make the crew what it should have been."
Rosalia had been spoiled rotten by Master since she was a child, and her temper was as foul as they came.
The second she caught the commanding tone in my voice, her face soured.
She shoved me, her voice shaking with fury. "Nara, who do you think you are?"
"How dare you speak to your senior brother and sister like that?!"