And what it will cost us all when the truth finally comes out.
I know I should tell him. For so long, I’ve been confident in my decision.
I still believe that it’s the only decision I could have made seven years ago.
But now, maybe it’s time to tell him.
Except, he wants to rehash everything again.
Would telling him the truth make him rethink his investigation?
Or would it push him even more, wanting to ensure his family, including his children, aren’t tainted by a false accusation?
It occurs to me that I should probably tell Dom about Luca’s determination to find who was behind my father’s arrest and murder.
I head to the shower, unable to wash away my confusion and guilt.
I dress for the cold winter air but try to be festive, pairing my dark jeans with a green sweater and holiday bell earrings.
The drive to Dom's gives me too much time to think.
What if Luca's right?
What if clearing his name is the only way forward?
But if Dom's father truly orchestrated my father's death, digging into this could endanger everyone I love.
As I enter Dom’s home, I’m reminded I still have a lot to do to prepare for the Christmas day festivities.
I wonder what, if anything, Luca will learn that could potentially create tension between the families on Christmas.
I find Dom in his study with Gio and two other men I recognize as captains. They fall silent when I enter, a conversation clearly interrupted.
"Elena." Dom's face softens slightly at the sight of me, though tension lines his forehead. "I didn't expect you today."
"I need to speak with you. Privately, if possible."
The men exchange glances before Dom dismisses them with a nod.
As they file past me, I catch a snippet of their previous conversation, something about increased security and watching the Monti borders.
Once we're alone, Dom gestures to the leather chair across from his desk.
“Why are you worried about the Montis?” I ask as I sit.
“I’m not.” He sits across from me.
“Then why did they?—”
He waves my concern away. “Old guard bullshit.”
But it worries me. “Are you sure? If they think Luca was behind my father’s?—”
“It’s fine, Elena. Now, how can I help you?”
I blow out a breath. “It’s actually about Luca.”
He doesn’t roll his eyes, but I imagine he’s thinking it. "What about him?"
