Luna's hand moves to her stomach, an unconscious gesture that tells me everything. "When I left."
The room tilts. I take a step back, then another.
"Bruno knew." Her voice sounds far away, like she's speaking through water. "He helped me leave because?—"
"Bruno put the bomb in your car." The words come out automatic, my brain trying to process what she's saying.
"No." Luna shakes her head, tears streaming down her face now. "He helped me fake it. He had to because..." She takes a shuddering breath. "Riccardo and I were having an affair."
The world stops.
My lungs forget how to work.
"What did you just say?"
"Riccardo was... we were..." Luna's mouth keeps moving but I can't hear the words anymore. There's a roaring in my ears, like standing too close to an explosion.
Riccardo. My oldest brother. My brother.
He was fucking Luna.
The woman I loved. The woman I would have died for.
They were...
I blink once. The room comes back into focus.
Twice. Luna's still talking, her lips moving, explaining something I can't hear over the sound of my world crashing down.
My hand shoots out, tangling in her dark hair. She gasps as I yank her forward, dragging her across my office. Her hands claw at my wrist but I don't feel it. Can't feel anything except the rage burning through my veins like acid.
"Lorenzo, please?—"
I wrench open the hidden panel behind my bookshelf, the one that leads to the safe room. The biometric scanner reads my palm and the door clicks open. It's small, soundproof, with reinforced walls. No windows. One way in, one way out.
"You need to listen—" Luna tries again.
I shove her inside, hard enough that she stumbles and catches herself against the far wall. When she turns back, her eyes are wide with fear.
Good.
"Lorenzo, there's more you need to know?—"
I slam the door shut, engaging the lock. The panel slides back into place, seamless. Like she was never here.
My chest heaves as I stand there, staring at the bookshelf. Behind it, Luna pounds on the door, but the soundproofing swallows her screams.
Pregnant. She was pregnant.
Riccardo was fucking her.
Bruno knew. Bruno helped her leave.
My entire family. Every single one of them lying to me.
I'm moving before I realize it, yanking my office door open so hard it bounces off the wall. My feet pound down the stairs, taking them three at a time. The restaurant blurs past me. Staff jump out of my way, pressing themselves against walls.
I burst through the back door into the alley.
