~ELENA~

The gun is still pressed to Lorenzo’s chest.

Vincenzo’s arm is locked, solid, unyielding….pure control wrapped around fury so cold it terrifies me more than rage ever could.

Lorenzo’s fingers loosen around my throat when Vincenzo slams him to the wall.

Air rushes back into my lungs in a sharp, painful gasp, and I stagger back, coughing, my hands trembling as they clutch the diary to my chest.

For a second, no one moves.

Then Lorenzo laughs. It’s hoarse this time. Strained. Cracked.

“You see?” he spits, eyes flicking between his sons. “This is what she’s done. She’s turned you against your own blood.”

“You’ve destroyed this family,” he...