"Marina—"
"She's here." Marina's voice is cold, clipped. "She's safe."
Relief floods through me so hard my knees almost buckle. "Let me talk to her."
"No."
"Marina—"
"She doesn't want to talk to you right now."
"I don't give a fuck what she wants. Put my wife on the phone."
"Listen to me very carefully," Marina's voice drops to a whisper, but each word cuts like glass. "She saw you with Luna pinned against the wall. She ran to me crying, saying she wants to die. So you're not in the fucking position to make threats right now."
My blood turns to ice. She wants to die?
"And if you even try to come to my apartment," Marina continues, "I will personally harm you. I don't care who you are or what you can do to me. Stay away from her."
"Marina—"
"No. Let her breathe. Let her think."
"She's my wife. She's in danger out there?—"
"The only danger she's in right now is from herself because of what you did to her." Marina's voice cracks slightly. "She's broken, Lorenzo. Actually broken. I've never seen her like this."
The line goes dead.
I stare at the phone, my hand shaking. She wants to die. The words echo in my skull. Sophia saw me with Luna against the wall and now she wants to die.
"Lorenzo?" Vittoria touches my arm. "What did Marina say?"
I don't answer. Can't answer. My chest feels like it's caving in.
Sophia's out there, unprotected, thinking I betrayed her. And she wants to?—
No. Fuck no.
I turn back to Bruno, who's still gripping the parallel bars, watching me with those dead eyes.
"We're not done," I tell him, voice low and dangerous.
Bruno's lips curl into something that might be a smile on anyone else's face. On his, it's just another expression of pain. "I don't give a damn what we are or aren't."
The rage that's been simmering explodes. My fist connects with his jaw before anyone can stop me. The crack echoes through the gym.
Bruno's head snaps to the side. He loses his grip on the bars, crashing to the mat. The physical therapist gasps, rushing forward, but Bruno waves him off with a bloody grin.
"There it is." He spits blood onto the mat. "There's the Lorenzo I remember."
"Lorenzo!" Nico grabs my arm as I move forward again. "What the fuck?"
"You want to hit me again?" Bruno pushes himself up on his elbows, that terrible smile still on his face. "Go ahead. I deserve that and the bullet too."
"Stop!" Vittoria throws herself between us. "Both of you, stop! This isn't helping anything!"
I'm already moving toward the door when a voice stops me.
