After saying goodbye to her family and avoiding her mother’s whispered requests for her to reconsider remarrying, Delfina was happy to slide into the back of the vehicle waiting for her.
Furio slipped in beside her and leaned his head against the headrest. Intertwining his fingers with hers on the leather bench, he closed his eyes and exhaled.
“You look exhausted,” she whispered to him.
“It has been a long day. I am effectively running two businesses completely now. With Dad gone, many of the decisions he was still weighing in on are now solely on my shoulders. Valente helps of course as my consigliere, but I am now entirely responsible for two separate billion-dollar enterprises, and it seems lately each of them are pulling me in opposite directions.”
“Do you regret taking over Ercole
