"I missed you too," Val replied, offering a faint but genuine smile. "Get some sleep, okay? You look exhausted."
"I feel like I’ve aged ten years in the last two days," he admitted. He settled more comfortably into the bed.
After a brief silence, he spoke again. "How is Veronica holding up?"
"She’s fine," she reassured him. "For some reason, she is always crying but Nonnina and Marco are there with her, keeping her company. Her place is secure."
Ricardo reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers as he allowed himself, for the first time in days, to relax.
*****
"Are you going to tell me how you almost died?" Carol asked as she continued slicing carrots on the counter of her kitchen.
Massimo Genovese stood a few feet away, flexing his shoulder cautiously. The wound was still tender, a dull reminder of how close he had come to death. He rolled his arm slowly, testing its mobility, wincing slightly as pain flared. Despite the injury, his presence remained imposing—an aging lion, wounded but far from defeated.
"One of my sons betrayed me," Massimo said simply.
Carol’s knife froze mid-slice. When she finally resumed cutting, her movements were slower. "If you have something to say, Massimo, say it," she replied.
"If it’s our son," he said carefully, "you know what will be done, right?"
The knife stopped again. This time, Carol turned to face him, her eyes blazing with fury. "So, I saved your life only for you to resurrect and threaten to kill my son?" she demanded.
"It’s the rules," Massimo said, his expression unyielding. To him, the code of the famiglia was sacred—an unbreakable law that had governed his entire existence. Betrayal, especially from within the bloodline, could not be tolerated.
Carol let out a bitter laugh, setting the knife down with a sharp clatter. "Rules?" she echoed incredulously. "Have you stopped to think that not everyone in the famiglia follows those rules anymore?" She wiped her hands on a kitchen towel and stepped closer, her gaze never leaving his. "Everyone else plays dirty, Massimo. They manipulate, they scheme, they stab each other in the back long before anyone has the chance to defend themselves. And God help those who aren’t smart enough or brutal enough to survive it."
"You still believe in honor," Carol continued. "But honor doesn’t protect you anymore. It makes you vulnerable. If one of your sons truly betrayed you, then you need to understand why before you start talking about punishment."
"Motives do not excuse betrayal," he replied.
"Before you start talking about killing our son," she said firmly, "you’d better be absolutely certain of the truth."
"Luca is smart, he is brutal. He absolutely could have done this," Massimo said.


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