The coffee went bitter in Marcello’s mouth.
“I like her, I always do, and I think it’s safe to say that the whole family likes her.”
“You’re talking about my wife.”
Vico’s smile was pained. “I don’t like this any more than you do, but I have to say it, Marcello. She’s only been in this house for nine days, but...”
“What?”
“Do you know she has Curzio out on a mission?”
Instead of answering, he checked the security footage, and indeed...
Curzio was gone.
The man who was always meticulous in informing everyone about his every move...
He was gone, just like that.
Marcello turned to Vico, asking tightly, “You’re sure my wife has something to do with this?”
“You should ask her. I think she and Curzio are planning something.”
The advice was sensible enough, and yet...
Even though Vico had already left, Marcello remained in his study, unable to do just that.
Because if he did, and Vico’s words turned out to be true...
Someone knocked on his door.
“Marcello?”
She didn’t wait for him to ask her to come in like she usually did, and that...that only made things worse.
And when he saw how worried she looked, how fearful...
Why, dammit?
Why did this have to happen again?
This woman...was everything to him.
And yet...
“I...I need to tell you something about Vico.”
She had to say his cousin’s name of all things.
“Curzio...”
And now, she was just making things worse for herself.
“Enough.”
“But Marcello, you need to know—”
“I already know everything!”