“Luce, I did this. I brought this on us. I had Dominic kidnap Jacob. I ultimately was responsible for Luke being shot.” She turned to me. “I’m so sorry about Jacob. I just, I wanted to scare Franco. I didn’t even think about Natalie. It was all about sending a message to Franco. Everything. And every time I look at Effie’s face and hold her in my arms, I keep thinking about Natalie. How she must have felt. How scared Jacob must have felt. I’m sorry. I was wrong.”

Lucia squeezed her hand.

I nodded. “Is it over?”

“Yes. For me. But I’m not sure how much control I have or ever had. The burglaries—we’d talked about it but hadn’t decided on anything. And Luke… I hope Dominic didn’t order that.”

“I don’t know myself, but we’ll soon find out.”

Before I could say more, loud voices—two men yelling—interrupted us. Dominic and my father.

“Stay here,” I said, rushing to the door and out. They were in the dining room, Roman, my father, and Dominic.

“You betray your own family!” Franco yelled, his face hot with fury.

“What was in it for me? What was ever in it for me? Why in hell did you even have me?” Dominic countered, all drunkenness having left his system, the heat of his anger perhaps having burnt it out. “After Sergio died, it all went to Salvatore. What about me?”

“You’re the youngest. I can’t fucking help that.”

“The backup to the backup.”

“You’re stupid if that’s what you think!”

“So worried about your grandson. Everything is about Sergio. His boy. Taking care of Jacob.”

“Like I would take care of yours!”

“Really?”

“Everyone calm the fuck down.” I walked into the room, but neither my father nor Dominic noticed my arrival.

Isabella walked in behind me, her gaze locked on Dominic. When my father stalked up to her, she stood taller, and I stood beside her.

“You stupid little bitch,” he started.

“Stop! All of you! What is this, fucking preschool? We’re all going to sit down, and we’re all going to talk.”

“Salvatore.”

Roman said my name and walked into the room. I just then realized he’d been absent.

“I just got off the phone with Paul Pagani, Sr. Neither he nor his son will be here after all. He’s already addressed his son’s responsibility and taken care of it. Jr. won’t be a problem, he assures us. The moneys that were taken have been returned, and he’s given his word his allegiance is to the head of the Benedetti family.”

I nodded. “Then this will truly be a family meeting.”

“Apart from this whore,” Franco muttered.

The tension in the room was palpable. No one moved to sit, and it looked like either Dominic or my father would explode at any minute.