Ana

“Still keeping loyalty to the bastard who deserted you?” he asked, contempt dripping his voice.
“Go to hell,” she snapped, hurt by the comment because many people believed it, and it was so unfair.
He made a derisive snort. “Women can be so fucking blind.”
It was the last straw. “How dare you?” Julia exploded, giving full rein to her bottled-up anger. “You—”
“Be careful of what you say next, sweetheart,” he warned, his gaze narrowing.
“I’m not your sweetheart,” she seethed. “And I’m not afraid of you don Domenico.”
― Nat Chelloni, A Favor For a Favor

“It’s not an opinion. It’s an offer,” the man clarified and chuckled, “the offer you can’t refuse.”
“That only works in the movies.” Domenico’s lips kicked up in a smile. “You know, Mr. Gallo, my father used to tell me, ‘Have as much as you need to have and no more.’ I believe I already have what I need. I appreciate your offer, but I run legal businesses, and I plan to continue playing it straight.”
― Nat Chelloni, A Favor For a Favor

“I'm a product of that life, sweetheart. I did things I'm not proud of." (Domenico Bonacci)”
― Nat Chelloni, A Favor For a Favor

“In my family, cooking and serving a meal always was, and still is, quintessential. The most important question you’d hear at our house is either ‘Are you hungry?’ or ‘Have you eaten?’ presuming that as long as you were not hungry, everything else was secondary. A good meal, according to our family philosophy, could defeat any drama, any worry, any existential crisis. Everything could be resolved once you’d shared a meal with your family or friends.” -Make Me an Omelette”
― Nino Gugunishvili, You Will Have a Black Labrador