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The Boss (Prequel & Companion Book to Beyond the Crosshair)

I can't believe I forgot to post the news here.

Grandfather told me that love makes you see things that you wouldn't normally see when you don't have it in your life. I was five years old then, so I had no idea what he meant. I asked him to explain. He laughed and then stretched out his arms to pull Grandmother into a delicate embrace.

"Love makes you rethink everything you know, makes the world look different."

I still didn't understand.

Grandmother just smiled and said "You will know in the future, passerotto."

I remembered Flavio and Mother sitting on the red loveseat. They watched with warm smiles as Grandmother and Grandfather slow danced to Father's guitar. Our family was happy.

But then, things changed. Flavio and I grew up, and I've forgotten about my grandparents' words.

That was until God gave me her, and I heard the words echo in my head again, except this time I finally understood the meaning behind them.

In this crowd of designer suits and dresses, I didn't expect to have all my attention on one person. Flavio was serious when he said he didn't want to do much on her, he just straightened her hair and put on a respectable amount of makeup and gave her an innocent blue dress that fell just above her knees and reached her elbows. Really, it wasn't much compared to what I've seen before, or what surrounded me right now: Girls and women in classic-but-enticing backless or strapless or whatnot gowns, and yet I couldn't keep my eyes off her. All I could see was her, and how much I wanted to run my fingers through her hair and pull her body so close to mine the only distance between us was the fabric of our clothes. I wanted to tell her to stop staring at the floor and just look at me.

"Smile, sweetheart. You have nothing to be ashamed of, you're just as pretty as all the other ladies here. Right, Luciano?" No.

"Yes. You look... beautiful." I nodded. I didn't have to look his way to know that my brother was grinning again.

She finally raised her head and offered me a flattered smile. I wanted to tell her that it wasn't flattery. She wasn't as pretty as anybody here. She was the only one here. So stunning that she blocked out the rest of the world.

So this is what love is, Grandmother.

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