How did I not see it? All those years, all those signs. Riccardo and Bruno were always close—closer than the rest of us. Late night conversations that stopped when I entered the room. Shared looks I didn't understand.
They're my fucking brothers.
The compound gates appear ahead. I don't slow down, barely giving the guards time to recognize my car before I'm through. Gravel sprays as I skid to a stop in front of the main house.
Out of the car. Up the steps. The front door slams open under my hand.
"BRUNO!" My voice tears through the compound like a gunshot. "BRUNO, YOU FUCKING COWARD!"
Birds scatter from the trees. Guards freeze at their posts.
Nico bursts through the side door, hand already on his weapon. "What the fuck is going on?"
"Where is he?" I'm in his face before he can blink. "Where the fuck is Bruno?"
"Lorenzo, what?—"
"WHERE IS HE?"
Vittoria appears on the porch, eyes wide. "He's with the physical therapist. In the gym. Lorenzo, what's happening?"
I'm already moving, sprinting across the lawn toward the converted pool house we turned into Bruno's rehabilitation center. Footsteps pound behind me—Nico and Vittoria following.
"Lorenzo!" Nico grabs my arm. I shake him off, keep running. "What the hell is going on?"
"I'm going to kill him."
"What?" Vittoria's voice cracks. "Lorenzo, stop!"
The gym door crashes open under my shoulder. Inside, Bruno sits on the parallel bars, therapist supporting his weight as he attempts to stand. His head snaps up at our entrance.
"Fuck." His face twists with rage. "Get out. All of you. I don't want anyone seeing?—"
I cross the room in three strides. The therapist scrambles backward.
Nico slams into me, arms wrapping around my chest. "Lorenzo, stop!"
My gun clears the holster. "Get out of my way, Nico."
"Jesus Christ!" Vittoria screams. "Lorenzo, put the gun down!"
"Move." The barrel aims over Nico's shoulder at Bruno's head. My brother doesn't even flinch. Just stares at me from his position on the bars, jaw clenched.
"Not until you tell me what's happening." Nico's grip tightens. "You don't pull a gun on family without?—"
"Family?" The laugh that rips from my throat sounds unhinged. "Ask him about family. Ask him about Luna."
The gym goes silent except for my ragged breathing.
Bruno's expression doesn't change, but he knows exactly why I'm here.
"Lorenzo—" he starts.
"Tell them." My finger hovers over the trigger. "Tell them how she's alive. Tell them how you helped her fake her death. Tell them about her and Riccardo."
Vittoria gasps. "What?"
"Answer her." I step closer, Nico still between us. "Tell our sister how you lied to all of us. How you let me grieve for twelve years while you knew?—"
