My life has a use-by date.
But Dante Luciano can use me all he likes...
Most people fight tooth and nail against unfairness.
But my childhood was a masterclass in "life ain't meant to be easy", so I befriended acceptance a long time ago.
It's part of the reason I can seize the moment, escape the inescapable (for now)...jump on a plane to New York and know the only way I'm coming back is in a box.
I should have been terrified when I got caught in the crossfire of the Mob, but when Dante threw his body in front of me, I felt alive for
all
the right reasons.
Slipping into his life (and his bed sheets) is as easy as breathing.
But Dante hates liars.
So he's going to hate me.