“I don’t know. But stay here.” He’s out the door before I can argue.
I should listen. Should lock myself in, stay safe.
But I’ve never been good at doing what I’m told.
I follow Dominic down the stairs, keeping to the shadows. The shouting is coming from Luca’s study. Multiple voices, angry and overlapping.
“…don’t have the authority…”
“I have every authority. This is my house, my organization…”
“Your father would be ashamed…”
Luca’s voice cuts through, cold as winter. “My father is dead. So is his opinion. Now answer the f*****g question, Matteo. Where were you the night Marco died?”
Matteo. Luca’s uncle. The consigliere.
“I was in Rome. You know this. There are records…”
“Records can be falsified. Witnesses can be bought. Answer the question.”
“I don’t have to answer anything.
