Don Vincenzo paced about the large living room, Riccardo stood in front of him, while Roberto and some other guards stood by the corners, their hands clutched behind their backs, all silent. The only noise in the room was the hitting of Don's staff on the tiled floor. Riccardo stood face down his hand clutched behind him. He had refused to come home last night. He had spent the night at one of their hotels in Sicily because he didn't want to get a taste of his father's wrath that night. He was dealing with having to let Isabella go completely and was wondering if he could do that. He had been frustrated last night after walking away from her, lying to her about what he truly felt, but hoping he acted good enough to put her off and the least he needed was a scolding from his father.
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