"I'm not your fucking chauffeur, Bruno." Valentino's accent thickens with irritation. "You want privacy, you should have brought Liam."
"Valentino."
"Cazzo." Valentino shoves open the driver's door.
He slams the door behind him.
Through the window, I watch him light a cigarette and lean against the fence, his back to us.
Bruno exhales slowly.
The silence in the car feels different now. Heavier.
"Bruno?" I shift to face him fully. "What's going on? Why are we at an orphanage?"
He doesn't look at me. His gaze is fixed on the building beyond the fence.
"I've kept a secret for many years," he says quietly. "From everyone. My brothers. My mother. The entire family."
My stomach tightens. "What kind of secret?"
"The kind that destroys people." His hands curl into fists on his thighs. "The kind that changes everything you thought you knew about someone."
I wait. Don't push. Don't breathe.
Bruno turns to face me. His dark eyes are haunted.
"Do you know how Lorenzo met his wife? Sophia?"
I shake my head. "Nora started to tell me, but we got interrupted."
"Before Sophia, Lorenzo was engaged to another woman." Bruno's voice is flat. Controlled. "Her name was Luna Torrino."
Luna.
The name means nothing to me. But the way Bruno says it—like it tastes bitter on his tongue—tells me everything.
"What happened to her?"
"She betrayed him." Bruno's jaw works. "She was working for an enemy family. Gathering intelligence through Lorenzo. Four of our soldiers died because of information she passed along."
I press my hand to my chest. "That's horrible."
"It gets worse."
I don't want to hear worse. But I need to.
"Luna wasn't just a spy." Bruno's gaze drops to his hands. "She was also having an affair. With my brother. Riccardo."
What?
Riccardo.
"Riccardo was having an affair with Lorenzo's fiancée?" The words come out strangled. "His own brother's fiancée?"
"Yes."
"Did Lorenzo know?"
