That immediately captures Lorenzo's attention.
For even a child, it would have been the gravest offense imaginable.
“I reported my brothers for hurting me. I was just a little girl throwing a tantrum after they cut my hand with a knife. According to him, that's why my mother died. But I know he was simply removing an obstacle from his plans.”
“So that's why Giacomo never married,” Lorenzo concludes.
“He's waiting for me.”
The moment I say it, Lorenzo's neck muscles tense.
A visible effort to suppress anger.
“But Dante didn't stop there. My mother was already dead. That was a guilt I could eventually overcome. So he blackmailed me.”
“He used your brothers?”
“No. The women he...”
I swallow.
“The women he traffics as prostitutes. As merchandise. Right under everyone's nose.”
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