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Was it because the other man was Giancarlo's best friend and someone she thus trusted?
Or could there be another reason?
Did your granddaughter truly ask you to replace me with Viktor Bianciardi?
The memory taunted him as he listened in on the conversation between Gazelle and the other man.
'I can't believe you really married him!'
'I knew it. This is why I didn't want to dance with you. You're still mad—-'
'I'm worried, dammit. That man is dangerous. Why won't you believe me?'
'He has no reason to harm me—-'
'Yet. And I can prove it.'
Lorenzo got to his feet as soon as he saw Viktor slip something into his wife's hand.
'Leave him,' Viktor urged tautly. 'Leave him. For me.'
Lorenzo slipped back inside the ballroom, and Potenziana looked at him calculatingly as he took his seat.
"You look jealous," the older woman remarked.
Lorenzo adjusted his wireless earpiece as he continued listening to the conversation between Bianciardi and his wife.
'You're not safe with him, Gaz.'
Lorenzo turned to his wife's grandmother. "Why did you choose me over him?"
'I've already lost my best friend. I can't lose you, too.'
"Why do you say that?" Potenziana asked archly.
'You'll understand everything, once you realize what I've given you.'
"Don't you remember? It was not me but you who chose yourself over him."
'I'm serious, Gaz. Choose me this time.'
"So perhaps you should think about answering your own question," the Marchetti matriarch suggested. "And if you will, think of how you're different with my granddaughter and her alone."
'Remember where Giancarlo and I used to have late-night dinners with you?'
"The answer should be clear enough."
'I'll wait for you there until midnight.'
Journal Entry
There's always a price to pay when you dance with the devil.
VIKTOR WALKS ME BACK to my table, and Lorenzo rises to his feet when he sees me coming, his beautiful face impassive.
I come to his side, but Lorenzo makes no move to pull me close.
How...unusual.
