Vincenzo Dante Volkov:
“Mum!!! Mum!!!” I called out as I stepped inside the house.
“What is it, Vince?” My mother’s voice came from the kitchen. I followed the sound and found her there.
“Ma…”
“Oh my boy… you came to visit!” She said, pulling me into a hug.
“Ma, I need the truth, and I need it now. I won’t let this family destroy mine.” I paused, my voice hardening. “Did Dad have a hand in the deaths of Mr. Edward and Mrs. Katherine Arlington?”
My mother raised an eyebrow, her face unreadable. “What are you talking about? No, of course not!”
I clenched my jaw, frustration rising. “Ma! Don’t lie to me!”
“Watch your mouth! Don’t you dare raise your voice at mum!” Lorenzo’s voice cut through the tension, his words sharp and harsh. I turned to face him, fury bubbling inside.
“And what
