“Drop the weapon, Vivien!
Drop it or I will put a bullet through your head right now!”
Vivien spun around, pressing her back against the laundry room door.
She didn’t drop the gun, but her hands were shaking so violently the barrel wobbled in the air.
“Lorenzo!
Stand back!” she screamed, tears streaming down her face, ruining her flawless makeup.
“You don’t understand!
¡No la llevé a herirla!
I locked her inside the laundry vault to keep her safe!”
“¡Amenazaste con matarla!”
I shouted, taking a slow, lethal step forward.
“I heard you outside the bedroom door yesterday!
I heard every disgusting word you said to Elena!”
“I had to!”
Vivien sobbed, her voice breaking.
“I had to make Elena believe I was the monster!
I had to make everyone believe I was working for Matteo!
Si pensaran que me había vuelto blando, si pensaran que estaba tratando de protegerte, ¡nos habría matado hace todas las semanas!”
“Who is ‘he’?!”
