"No! No! No!" she cried, scrambling out of the bed. She stumbled forward, dropping to her knees on the floor. Her hands reached out, grasping at the hem of Luca's trousers. "You didn't tell him all of this."
"I told him enough for him to question your loyalties," Luca replied evenly. "He wants you back in Italy as soon as the heat dies down. He will accept my divorce from you as long as the Genovese get to keep control of the port and you are returned as a Vitale unharmed."
Bianca's fingers tightened around his trousers. Tears streamed down her cheeks. "Luca, you cannot do this. You have no proof of anything."
"You're right," he admitted. "I do not. And your father also requests for proof of your disloyalty," Luca continued. "Trust me, Bianca. I will find it."
Bianca shook her head frantically. "There is nothing to find," she insisted. "You're punishing me for a crime I didn't commit. After everything I've sacrificed for you, this is what you think of me?"
