Luca's POV
"Your father, Giovanni Costello, owed my father, a blood debt," Valerio says, swirling the wine in his glass.
"When the Rossi family came for his territory, my father saved his life. Lost three good men doing it." His eyes harden. "A debt that should have been repaid when the Rossi’s turned their attention to us."
I keep my expression neutral, though my grip tightens on my gun.
"And?"
"And when my father, Giuseppe Vale called for aid, your father not only refused to help – he joined forces with the Rossi’s." Valerio's cultured voice takes on an edge. "My father died believing his closest friend had betrayed him. He died because of your father’s greed."
"That's unfortunate," I say carefully, "but it has nothing to do with me."
Valerio's laugh is sharp as broken glass, an
