“Don Matteo,” one of them said. “The Cacciatore family tried to make a move. We dealt with it.” Luca dropped the sieve. Powdered sugar erupted around his feet like smoke. Matteo dismissed the men with a sharp flick of his hand. They left without a word, closing the door behind them. Matteo turned to Luca, his expression softening instantly. “Amore, I wanted to tell you. I tried so many times. I didn’t want this world to touch you.”
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