Gabriel's POV
The silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. The air in my father's living room felt heavier than before, like the walls had closed in around us.
I forced myself to breathe. To stay still. To absorb what I had just heard.
Diego was family.
I sat down, my body moving before my mind could fully catch up. “Explain,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me.
Andrew didn’t speak immediately. He reached for the bottle of whiskey on the table, poured himself another glass, and stared into the amber liquid like it held the past itself. “You think you know the Deveraux family,” he said. “But you don’t. Not really.”
I said nothing.
He let out a slow breath. “This goes back to Richard,” he began. “My father. Your grandfather.”
I knew that name well. The ma
