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fine.”
     

Chapter 3
     
    The funeral was drawing
to an end, and Seth was shocked that his hangover wasn’t that bad. He vaguely
remembered Domenico feeding him some pills, like a good nanny, but with the
amount of alcohol he had drunk the day before, he didn’t think it would help.
Seth took part in the mass and did all that was required of him, but he didn’t
feel anything, still numb after yesterday’s announcement. No number of priests
could get his mother back. They would never again sit together in the kitchen
and bake cakes for Christmas.
    A part of him that was
still religious hoped she was in a better place, a place without pain and
sickness, but he’d lost his faith somewhere along the way in his life. He
wouldn’t tell any member of his family because they wouldn’t understand, but
she was the one who told him to stay away. His mother didn’t want to be
remembered as sick, and as much as he wanted to come and be with her, Seth
respected that. There was also the silent agreement between them that it would
be best if he stayed away from Family business. His mother had been the one
helping him apply for university in the US and supporting him along the way.
None of the mafia men could comprehend the bond they shared.
    And now everything had
gone to shit, all her efforts to keep him away were useless in the face of
Father’s decision. He didn’t dare say it outloud, but it was pure madness. His
hand still hurt, reminding him of his captivity, and now he was to be
‘schooled’ by Domenico Acerbi of all people. It would be hell on earth.
    As if to spite the grim
mood in his heart, the weather couldn’t have been more perfect. The sun seeped
through the stained glass windows of the small church in thick rays, coloring
the floor and the women sitting on the other side of the aisle with bright
patterns. Seth’s eyes however, were on the small female silhouette lying in the
coffin on a bed of white satin and flowers. The mortician had done an excellent
job. In her favorite dark green dress and a pearl necklace, Mother looked more
alive than the last time he’d seen her, just before she was diagnosed with
cancer. Even the makeup was spot-on, all the way to her favorite shade of
lipstick. Earlier today, Seth had sneaked into her bedroom, got her most prized
lipstick, and put it into the tiny purse she was to be buried with.
    Vincente hadn’t uttered
a single word to him since yesterday, and he kept his distance, sitting on the
opposite side of the bench, next to their father. Seth looked for Domenico but
couldn’t see him anywhere. Maybe it was for the better? The last thing he
needed was to get agitated by his handsome fucking face.
    Everyone was slowly
getting up to move on to the graveyard, where the coffin would be taken. In a
way Seth felt as if it were his life ending. His old life. The life of Seth who
had a boyfriend, attended university, and had fun hobbies. He followed his
father out of the church and watched him look into the sky, drying his eyes
with a handkerchief. Seth didn’t have any tears in him. He put on his shades
and moved to stand at the foot of the hole prepared for his mother. There were
so many people, all with a close relationship with the Villani family. There
were his cousins, family friends, and so many of them wanted a piece of him now
that the news of his new status had spread that he was getting tired of it. All
he wanted was for the funeral to be over so that he could get a few minutes for
himself.
    Stuck under a pine tree,
Seth looked up at the pale walls of the old church, which seemed to crouch on
the slope, with a round tower at the other side. When he slid his gaze down the
limestone to watch the exit of the church, where the coffin would appear at any
moment, his heart halted for a split-second at the sight of a familiar
silhouette. Domenico’s sleek, broad-shouldered form was confined in the most
perfect fitting black suit imaginable. The wind played with the flap of