“I don’t want my baby sister crying. You’ve been happy until now.”
“I was really fucking mad when I first got here.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t get the chance to know you. I’ve heard what people have said about you, and even though they hate to admit it, they know you’re a good person, Milah. Russo or not.”
“I hate that name.”
“Me too,” he said. “It gets kind of old hearing your mother scream it at night.”
Milah glanced at Valentino and Alicia. There was no happiness here.
She got to her feet and walked over to Ricky. “You’re my big brother?”
“One of them, I guess. Antonio wasn’t known for being careful.”
She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. Ricky did remind her a little of her father, in his looks, but not in his temperament.