Luciano
Since Piper told me not to join them downstairs, I stood in the kitchen, drinking Scotch and eating what Martina had cooked.
My two men standing by the door wouldn’t let me in the basement. I decided not to argue my wife’s order, knowing how much of a temper she could have.
After what felt like forever, she came out of there. Her face was blank and her outfit was bloodied. She walked away without even taking a glance at anyone, heading straight to her room.
After taking the last of my drink, I followed her. I went into her room, hearing the shower run. I assumed she was in there as the bathroom door was open slightly. I walked in, seeing her sitting on the shower floor with her knees against her chest and her arms hugging them.
Taking my s
