The courthouse steps were crowded with reporters when we arrived. Camera flashes went off like fireworks as I stepped out of the car, and voices shouted questions from every direction.
"Mr. De Luca! Is it true your brother forged your father's will?"
"Rafael! How do you respond to Lorenzo's claims?"
"Mr. De Luca! Over here!"
I ignored them all, keeping my face blank as Marcus and two other guards cleared a path through the crowd. Gerald walked beside me, his briefcase containing the evidence that would destroy Lorenzo's case.
Behind us, Antonio helped Maliya out of the second car. She'd insisted on coming despite my protests. Said she needed to see this through since she'd been the one to gather the evidence.
I'd given in. Partly because she deserved to be there, and partly because I
