She'd just lie to him again. Promise to stop. Then go behind his back the second he turned around.
No.
Confrontation wouldn't work.
So what then?
Warn Dimitri? Tell him Isabella was planning to drug him at the gala?
Enzo's hand moved toward his phone, then stopped.
If he warned Dimitri, Isabella would be captured and tortured by Dimitri, Or worse, knowing his brother, probably worse.
And despite everything, despite her lies and her obsession and her willingness to throw away their partnership....
Enzo couldn't bring himself to sign her death warrant.
His phone rang.
Antonio.
Enzo's jaw clenched. His father calling was never good news.
He answered. "What do you want?"
"Is that any way to greet your father?" Antonio's voice was smooth, amused. "I raised you better than that, Enzo."
"You didn't raise me at all. You were too busy grooming Dimitri to be the perfect heir." Enzo kept his voice flat. "So I'll ask again. What do you want?"
