"And then?" Bruno asks, though we all know.
Luna looks directly at me. "Then I put three bullets in his head."
That's it.
"You murdered him," I whisper.
"I executed him." Luna's voice doesn't waver. "For what he did to me. To you. To all of us. Francesco Torrino was a cancer that needed to be cut out."
"The will," Lorenzo says suddenly. "The lawyer said Francesco updated his will two months ago, leaving everything to Sophia."
Luna actually smiles. "The lawyer lied. Or rather, he told the truth Francesco wanted him to tell. The real will, the one Francesco signed before I killed him? That leaves everything to me."
I can't breathe. Can't think.
Lorenzo's eyes burn as he stares at Luna. The silence stretches until it feels like glass about to shatter.
"Liam!" He shouts.
The door opens immediately. Liam must have been waiting just outside.
"Get her out of here," Lorenzo orders, not looking away from Luna. "Now."
Liam doesn't question it. He moves to Luna, helping her stand with her hands still bound. She doesn't protest, doesn't speak. Her eyes find mine one last time before Liam guides her from the room.
The door clicks shut.
Lorenzo turns on Bruno with violence radiating from every muscle. "You knew. You knew she killed Francesco and you said nothing."
"I didn't?—"
"Don't." Lorenzo cuts him off. "Just don't."
He steps closer to Bruno's wheelchair. For a moment, I think he might hit him. Instead, he spits at Bruno's feet.
"I won't forgive you for this. For any of it. Riccardo, Luna, the lies. You're dead to me."
Bruno's face twists with rage. "You think you're so righteous? You kept Giuseppe's secret?—"
"I protected our mother!" Lorenzo roars. "You protected yourself!"
He turns to Pietro. "Sophia and I are moving out. Within the week."
"Lorenzo—" Pietro starts.
"No." Lorenzo's voice drops to something colder than anger. "I'm done. We'll find somewhere else."
"This is not right," Pietro says, standing. "We need to be secured. Together. The families?—"
"The families can burn for all I care." Lorenzo's laugh is bitter. "Look around, Pietro. Look at what we've become. Secrets, lies, betrayals. Bruno helping our brother's mistress fake her death. Me hiding our father's second family. You want to talk about security? We're already broken."
Vittoria makes a small sound of protest.
"At least if I'm not here, you don't have to look at me every day and remember what I kept from you," Lorenzo continues."And I don't have to look at him"—he jerks his head toward Bruno—and remember what he cost us."
"Lorenzo, please," Nora says softly. "Think about this?—"
"I have thought about it." His hand finds mine, gripping tight. "Every second since I found out. The family's already fractured. I'm just making it easier by not being around you all day and night."
