81

LORENA

“It wouldn’t really matter, would it?” He stood up from the table. Enzo was an intimidating man.

All Alessandro ’s friends were. Their vast resources could easily make Ella and I disappear and nobody would ask questions.

Well, except my fucking father or Santos. We were cash cows to them. “Because you and your friend already made up your mind,” he concluded.

He was right, of course. We didn’t trust any of them after Alessandro ’s betrayal. Massimo’s too. They treated us without any regard for our safety and well-being.

Alessandro stopped his friend.

“Lorena, like I told you yesterday. Let me help you.”

Russian Roulette.

“Then you should have left us in Italy,” I muttered without meeting their eyes. Instead, I focused on my son.

“Thank you for dinner, Mrs. Moravia ,” Enzo commented to Zia, changing the focus of the conversation. “Alessandro . Mrs. Moravia .”