That doesn’t make any sense. Dad despised the filthy rich—he cared for the downtrodden andneglected in society. He would never have been friends with someone like Fabrizio Belluci, and if hewas for some bizarre reason, I’m sure I would have known about it.
So what the hell does this mean?
After leaving Alexis behind me in the office, I unlock the door to the cellar and make my way downthe dingy stairs. I do not like that my men brought an Irish prisoner here, and I can’t figure out why.This has always been our way. If we need answers, we obtain them by whatever means necessary inthis cellar, where we are safe from prying eyes. But it feels different somehow with my baby upstairs,and with Alexis waiting in my office. I know I probably shouldn’t have left her t
