“What? How? I mean what?” she says, the shock evident in her voice.

“She just turned up. Mary didn’t bring her. Probably wasn’t ever planning on telling us about the girl. She followed them there. We found her creeping in the bushes, almost fucking shot her too,” I explain.

“You have a sister. That’s… I don’t know what that is. How do you feel about it?”

“We’re all heading back to Gio’s. You want to meet us there for dinner?” I say, instead of addressing the question about my feelings.

“Sure. Are you okay, Vin? Did you ask her?” Cammi presses.

“I’m fine. And, yeah, I asked her. She swears the old man was my father.” I sigh. “I’ll see you soon. I love you.”

“Okay, I love you,” Cammi replies and then cuts the call.

My head is reeling. I don’t know if I believe Mary. I’m not even sure it matters anymore. And now I have a fucking sister. What the hell are we meant to do with a sister?

Do I want to know her? Do I want a relationship with her? She was lied to as well. She had no idea about us. What is that doing to her head? How fucked up do our parents need to make us?

I believe Mary’s story about Giovanni beating her, about him kicking her out. I find it hard to fucking believe that he’d let her move on and start a new family, though. Did he know about Tommy and Esther?

Of course he knew. There was nothing our father didn’t know about.

I pull up to Gio’s estate and park in front of the garage. I don’t want to go inside yet. I need to see Cammi. I’ll wait until she gets here. I also have no idea when the others are headed this way. I asked her the one question I had. I don’t need anything else from that woman.

Fifteen minutes later, Cammi’s car parks next to mine. I walk around to her driver’s door and open it for her. “Hey,” she says, her voice soft. It’s exactly what I need to hear right now.

“Hey yourself.”

As soon as she’s up and out of the car, her arms wrap around my waist and her face rests against my chest. “I’m sorry,” she tells me.

“What are you sorry for?” I press a kiss to the top of her head.

“For not being there with you.”

“I don’t want you around that mess,” I remind her.

“I know, but I don’t want you to ever go through anything alone again.”

“I’m never alone. I always have you, Cammi. You’re constantly in my head and my heart.”

“Good. Now tell me about this sister of yours. Do I get to meet her?”

“I honestly have no idea,” I say.