Right above where Rhea was held, the Vitale men gathered as usual, discussing the matter at hand.
Not that it needed any argument. Rhea was going to die. She had to, as long as Victor Vitale was concerned. As long as word had spread that Rhea Moretti, who was a product of trying to broker peace between two families, had betrayed them, the following news should be that she was dead—killed without reckoning.
Victor stood by the fireplace with his stone-cold facial expression even though his eyes held disgust in them.
“I expected better from you, Adrian.” His voice was sharp. He wasn’t one to hide his disappointment.
Adrian stood near the desk with his hands in his pockets. Among the many things he learned from his father was looking calm in such scenarios.
“It’s not like I even wanted t
