“Mi querido sobrino, has pasado veinte años jugando al rey de la mafia en un imperio que ayudé a construir.
Tu padre era un tonto débil.
He wanted to legitimize our trade.
He wanted to turn us into soft, tax-paying businessmen.
I saved this family from his weakness.”
“You murdered your own brother,” I said, my voice deathly calm.
“You shot him in the back at Villa Mirabella.”
Los ojos de Adrian se estrecharon ligeramente, una sonrisa viciosa jugando en sus labios.
“He was in the way of progress.
Como lo fue tu querida madre.
Pensó que era tan inteligente, escondida en Suiza, pagando a mis banqueros mientras enviaba a esa pequeña serpiente Vivien para espiarme”.
My heart hammered against my ribs. Vivien was a double agent for my mother.
“Vivien was working for Beatrice,” I realized aloud.
“Of course she was!”
Adrian sneered, taking a step up the marble stairs.
