#Chapter 60 - The Ultimate Betrayal

Aldo How could you do this? The words echoed over and over in my head—the ones I wanted to ask. The answer I desperately yearned to know. My side ached with a vengeance, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my heart. Layla had vehemently protested to me leaving my sick room at the manor. She had been even less happy with the idea of me walking out of my own accord. Getting into the backseat of a car, letting Carlo drive me across town to the safehouse … She’d thrown up her hands and marched away. Declaring it my funeral. But at the end of the day, I was the Don of this family, and that made this my responsibility—wounds or no. Doctor’s orders or no. I couldn’t send someone else to deal with my problems. Not this time. Not this problem. There was no way I wouldn’t see this through to the end. I couldn’t leave this kind of betrayal for anyone else to deal with. So it was on my own two feet, behind my expressionless mask, that I walked into the Upper Manhattan rowhouse