“He is. He’s also become extremely brooding these past few months. Snapping at his subordinates at littlest of provocations.”
“Maybe he’s just lonely and doesn’t know how to deal with it.” I shrug.
“You think?”
“Definitely.” I nod. “He’s been taking care of his sisters for so long, and now, with both of them married, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Maybe you should arrange a marriage for him, too,” I say, only half-joking.
“That makes sense.”
“What?” I nearly choke on my drink. “I was kidding.”
“It would need to be someone who can handle him and all the shit he’s been through. Not a meek Cosa Nostra princess who would look at him as if he’s some kind of God. Arturo requires a challenge. Someone who won’t dance to his tune.”
“Jesus fuck. Can we just forget I said anything?” I shake my head.