It doesn't matter. He poisoned her anyway. My wife was gasping for air on the floor of my house because of him.
I nod once, gathering my thoughts, and Bruno mistakes that for understanding. People always do.
"I never wanted her dead," he says quickly. "Daire said it would be enough to scare her. She said?—"
"Daire is a fucking cunt," I snarl and his mouth snaps shut.
I stare at him and then I turn to look at my father.
Bruno follows my gaze, and for the first time since we walked into the room, he looks genuinely afraid.
"Cesare." My father says nothing. "Please, don't." Bruno pleads.
Cesare takes a step forward. "You stood in my home for twenty years."
Bruno's face crumples.
"You watched my children grow up."
"Cesare—"
"You stood beside me when someone tried to dismantle this organization, you pledged your alliance to me, to us." The room goes silent and my father's expression hardens. "And now I find out that you’ve been working against us, betraying us, and you tried to kill my new daughter?"
"I was scared."
My father laughs once, the sound is cold. "No."
Bruno flinches.
"You were greedy." The words land like a slap.
Bruno's eyes dart to me, then to Giovanni, then to Ciro. Looking for someone, anyone, to help him.
I pull my gun from beneath my jacket, Bruno sees it immediately. "No."
I level it at his chest.
"No, Lorenzo. Please."
"Where is Daire?" I ask.
He’s sobbing now, tears falling from his eyes as his legs start to wobble. "I don't know."
"Where is Frederick?" I ask, needing to know where the fuck they are.
"I don't know. Please,” he says. “Please, I helped you, I told you everything.”
“You helped yourself,” I say. “There's a difference.”
I think about Quinn, my wife, and how I almost lost her. God, I can’t go through that again.
I shoot him once, just as I did to Tony, one bullet between his eyes. It’s clean and final. I step back. Marco’s already on the phone, Ciro’s at the door, making sure we’re not interrupted. I look at Bruno for a moment. Twenty years, and it cost him everything for the promise of money from a woman who has never kept a promise in her life.
I walk out of the storage unit without glancing back, it’s time to see my wife.
I go straight to her room. She's asleep, the monitors are steadily beeping. There’s no huge mask on her face anymore, the color has come back in her cheeks, and her breathing is even.
The sight of seeing her loosens something in my chest that has been tight for hours.
