Giovanni’s POV
The silence in the room was suffocating, thick with rage and unspoken promises. My fists curled at my sides as the weight of the truth bore down on me.
Aaron stood rigid beside me, his breathing heavy, his jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might c***k.
Zoraya was our sister.
And Estrella had stolen her.
Had tortured her.
Had broken her.
And Elena—her daughter—had played a role in it too.
I exhaled sharply, trying to calm the storm raging inside me, but it was impossible. Every time I pictured the way Zoraya had collapsed the moment she saw Elena, the sheer terror in her eyes, something dark and violent stirred within me.
“She was our sister,” Aaron finally said, his voice low and laced with fury. “And we left her there.”
His words hit me like a punch to the
