Marco opened his eyes and stared at the board again. "The answer was always there, right in front of me, and I refused to see it. How could I? My wife, Luca." He reached for the glass Luca had placed beside him. He only stared into it. "My wife," he repeated. Marco had loved Valentina through everything. He had loved her fiercely, patiently, stupidly.
"I set a trap. She called Voss." He swallowed, finally lifted the glass, and drank.
A full, brutal swallow.
"She took the bait."
Luca chuckled. "We really are brothers. You did the same thing I did." He looked down at his own glass.
If Marco was this way, Veronica would be destroyed. He would have killed a hundred men to spare her this.
But the wound had come from inside her own bloodline.
"I love her, Luca. I… I… cannot do this."
Love. The most dangerous weakness in the world, if one asked Massimo.
"I know," Luca said quietly.
