"Tell you?" Arturo said. "I didn't ask a single question."
He stopped when I signaled him to.
"But I know the answer!" Dante shouted, his trousers making a wet, strange sound, soaked with blood. "It was our children!"
"What the f**k is he talking about?" Arturo interrupted, amused by the pathetic excuse.
"Our children!" Giacomo brought Siena into it.
I didn't ask him to continue.
I simply stared at him, already dreading the words about to leave his mouth.
"I would never betray the Cosa Nostra... I swear," he stammered. "On this blood now washing the floor."
"Your father always distrusted Giacomo, so I offered to investigate him," Dante continued. "Nothing surfaced. No betrayal. Until the clues began pointing toward Siena. But a girl like her wouldn't act alone. Perhaps she was a ve
