Once Bruno and I are finished, I find myself back in the living room on the couch looking out over what is turning into a cloudy, wet evening. I lean back and draw my knees up then remember the letter Mr. Brady had given me. My purse is on the coffee table, and I lean to get it and take out the letter. I’m alone in the living room, Bruno busy on yet another call, and both Dominic Benedetti’s and Amadeo’s soldiers ignore me as they keep watch. But this penthouse belongs to Dominic Benedetti. Lucien wouldn’t attack here because he’d not only be attacking Amadeo and Bastian, but he’d be declaring war on the man who controls the city. The thugs he deals with, the ones I know of, at least, are lower-level foot soldiers in various organizations, and even if they don’t bow to Benedetti, going against him would mean a death sentence.

I shift in my seat and hold the envelope in my hand. I trace my name written in my father’s neat handwriting. I realize as if for the first time that I will never see him again. I will never hear his voice again. Never hug him again.

I slip my finger beneath the flap and unseal it, and I swear I catch a hint of the cologne he wore every day since I can remember. It’s probably my imagination but I don’t care as I slip the pages out, unfold them and begin to read.

My dearest Vittoria,

It’s taken me a long time to sit down and write this letter to you because I know you will only read it once I’ve passed, and the fact that I’ll be leaving you alone in this world is too painful a thought.

You have been the light of my life. The bringer of joy. My only source of constant and bright sunshine. Where everyone else has betrayed me, you have been constant. And in our case, it is I who failed you when you needed me most.

By now, Mr. Brady has read my will, and you will know that you inherit controlling shares of Russo Properties & Holdings. Your brother knows the reason behind his punishment. But he does not matter. It is you who matters.

Ask Brady to arrange security for you if you don’t already have round-the-clock bodyguards. I can imagine how Lucien may react to the news that he must now bend a knee to his half sister. Do not underestimate your brother. I have tied his hands as best I can, but given the bylaws, I could only do so much. Just remember to take care. He may hurt you again if he has the chance.