Kyril
Vanessa sits down next to him on the loveseat in their master bedroom and takes the glass of whiskey from his hand.
“What happened?”
“I told her everything.”
“How did she take it?”
“Unbelievably well.”
He throws an arm around his wife, pulling her close, and she melts into him like she always has.
“Is she going to be okay?”
He nods into her hair. “Of course. She’s our daughter. And the men who tried to hurt her were killed.”
She stiffens in his embrace. Ever since she heard about what happened to Valentina, she’s been out of her mind with worry. She was the one who suggested self-defense classes.
“Who do you think did it?”
He hesitates and she looks up at him.
“Kyril.”
“I think it might’ve been the kid.”
“Who?”
“Matteo Giudice.”
Her eyes go wide. “Matteo Giudice? Are
