Chapter 103

• Michael smirks before he chuckles. Lorenzo holds his head high while tracing a finger—lazily—along the curve of Aurora’s shoulder. She shudders at the touch, eyes begging me to do something.
• “I suppose it’s time to give credit where it’s due,” Michael clicks his tongue. “Every family has secrets as we all know it. A chink in their armour. A skeleton in their closet. Something that is dark and ugly and utterly humiliating. The secrecy that no one wishes anyone to learn. But can you imagine what catastrophe these secrets can cause if they land in the wrong hands? Can you imagine the power it gives you over those fools? It’s unimaginable. You should try,” he laughs maniacally. “It’s like a drug, I promise. It’s hard to get enough of it.”
• “But anyway, back to the subject—where was I?—yes, the credit.” He takes a deep breath and turns around. “As I was saying—let’s give Angela Moretti an enormous round of applause for her outstanding efforts and that sharp, crafty mind of her I sure as hell envy right now.”