"We have to get Alessia out of Marco’s house," Salvatore said firmly as he sat back down. He stood up earlier to pace the room after the realization that Alessia was his sister. His twin sister.

 

Marcel barely lifted his head. "I know. And you’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that happens."

 

Salvatore nodded. "I’ll get her out. No matter what."

 

Marcel gave a small nod, his eyes cold and calculating. "Good. Then go."

 

Salvatore turned to leave, his steps steady as he walked out of the room, leaving his father alone. Marcel sat quietly for a moment, his fingers tapping the armrest of his chair. His heart...