Page 68 of Enzo

“Since when do you read tabloid papers?” Matteo asks, unperturbed.

“Someone in Raquel's team brought it to her attention.” Rio walks away, wiping his hands over his face. My brothers are in my office. It's almost the end of the day, and I've been keeping an eye on things, with Matteo's help.

“The old man's going to lose his shit,” Rio cries. “Especially at this.” He jabs his finger at a photo of Aurora. The headline to this stops me dead:

WHAT HAPPENED TO AURORA KNIGHT?

Aurora Knight, mother to Jett, Dex and Zach.

I can’t read any more, but I’m worried about the others. They must despise me for helping push this back into the open. I look at the photo. It’s a different pose, same family; Aurora smiling, Paul with his arm around her. Jett, Dex and Zach looking slightly older than how I remember them in the photo I had.

This isn't that photograph.

I never saw that photo again after I showed it to Mama. She took it from me and I’ve never asked her what she did with it.

The door bursts wide open and Father walks in, his face twisted with rage. His reaction can’t be healthy, given his recent operation.

“What the hell is this?” He throws down a stack of tabloid papers and celebrity magazines.

I'm plastered all over the cover.

Me in a mask, and some photos of me without a mask.

Thankfully no photo of Molly.

Yet.

I'm dreading when these leeches decide to go after her. It’s only a matter of time.

BEFORE THE BILLIONS: PAUL KNIGHT'S FAMILY HEARTBREAK

Father stops moving, one hand going to the back of a chair. His breathing sounds labored.

“Why don’t you sit down?” Matteo suggests.

The color drains from Father’s face. I stand up. “Do you need a glass of water or something?”

He motions with his hand for me to sit down. I stare at my brothers. They stare back. Rio gives me a what-the-hell-do-you-want-me-to-do look.

We wait.

It takes a minute or two of strained awkwardness before Father speaks again. “This …” he snaps, but his voice is raspy now, “This goddamn mess.”

I open my mouth, about to ask him about his health, and whether we should get the doctor but Rio shakes his head like he can read my mind.

“They're digging,” I say, getting back to the source of Father’s fury.

“They're connecting stories.” Matteo tries to help.

“Why is this not going away?” Father bellows. He points a finger at me. “You better shut this down.”

“How do you expect him to shut it down?” Matteo asks.

“I want this buried,” Father snaps. “Do what you need to, because this can’t become the headline again.”

“Bury it, how?” Rio asks. “The information is out there. It already exists.”

Father glares at him. “I don’t need a new generation to discover it. What happened decades ago is forgotten—”