I gave Luciano a curious look, and when I looked at Uriel, she was giving him the same look.
"Your mother's name was Gulielma, which means determined protector. She lived up to her name as she cradled you in a protective manner while looking at her killer dead in the eye. Morozova has a deadly stare, but even I have to admit that the Godmother of the Arcangelo family was on another level. I couldn't kill her."
"You keep praising my mother, and yet you still decided to kill her even if you said you couldn’t kill her. How long do you intend on playing this charade, Luciano? I came here to listen to the truth and not have another shootout just because of your mindless games."
My voice was rough as I tried to stop it from trembling. My anger rose and I had a hard time controlling my temper.
