Page 48 of Secrets of the Brother
Well, she lost. I got him.
She'd then turned her sights on poor Enzo, fucking over her sister in the process.
And again, she wasn’t satisfied with that. Nothing was good enough for her.
Greed did that to a person.
She always wanted more than her fair share.
She sowed malice and discord all around her, all for the sake of money.
And what was all that money she valued above all else buying her now?
The threat was over. It was best to bury the entire sordid business with her.
Besides, we might not have been friends, but I'd been passing acquaintances with Bianca in school and had always liked her. Truth be told, I had felt sorry for her. I wasn’t the only one Renata was cruel to. She often openly bullied and talked down to Bianca in front of others.
I forced a smile. “I’m well. I was sorry to hear about your sister.” I picked up my spoon and added an extra spoonful of sugar to my latte macchiato. I would need it to wash away the bile that stuck in the back of my throat.
Bianca’s own expression seemed to freeze in place. She reached for her caffe. “Yes. Thank you,” she responded stiffly. “I thought I saw you at the funeral, but I wasn’t sure.”
“I was there, briefly, to pay my respects.”
And to witness the slap heard around Italy, but best not to mention that.
Why make this more awkward than it already is?
“That was kind of you. I know Renata wasn’t particularly nice to you at school.”
I set my spoon aside. “No, she wasn’t, but that is all in the past now.”
Bianca looked to each side of us as if checking to see if we were being observed.
I cast a quick glance in Alfonso’s direction. He was quietly reading a newspaper, looking for all the world completely uninterested in the conversation of two women. I knew differently. I knew full well he was listening to every word, waiting for any sign of danger.
“Speaking of school, are you still close friends with Amara Beneventi?”
Alfonso ruffled his newspaper and cleared his throat.
I could understand Alfonso’s unspoken concern.
Were we wrong about Bianca? Had she somehow been involved in Renata’s schemes?
I looked over my shoulder and adjusted my seat. “Yes, why?”
She shook her head. “I’m so sorry. That must be so difficult for you. I think I know a little bit about what you’re going through, so if you want a friend to talk to about it, I’m here for you.”
Wait, what?
I wanted to keep her talking to see what I could learn, just in case there was something suspicious going on, but at the same time, I had no clue what the fuck she was talking about. “I’m not sure—”
“Your hatred for the Cavalieris?”
My eyes widened. “Myhatredfor the Cavalieris?”
“Everyone knows how much you hate Cesare Cavalieri. I’m sure it can’t be easy having your best friend date his father.”
Santo inferno!Do her parents not tell her anything?
