Her words are an accusation.
“We do not intend to use her to gain control over the Onorata Società. I would not stain my father’s legacy by joining forces with the enemy.”
None of us misses the veiled accusation in Lorenzo’s reply.
“Especially since you already did an excellent job putting our heads in the game when you decided to give birth to a Schiavone child, didn’t you?” Arturo mocks. “I know no one is going to ask, but how old were you? Twenty? You knew the rules perfectly well.”
“I did not know who he was!” she shouts, rising from her seat.
They end up face-to-face in confrontation.
“Did that matter when you already had an alliance on your finger?” Arturo pours sarcasm over every word. “I did the math, Zia.”
He taunts her by calling her aunt, as though she still belonged to t
