"The entire family's wealth was in the hands of someone as base as Angelo? Angelo, you've treated the Don's daughter like she doesn't exist!"
"Guards."
Rosalia's voice was ice:
"Hand over the treasury keys to Emilio Ferraro."
I stared at her.
I had thought this was a passing whim. I hadn't imagined she truly intended to give my brother everything I had built.
The gold and silver I had earned for this family over the past year filled the vault floor to ceiling. Clean cash, laundered revenue, stacked investments. Every dollar accounted for, every pipeline humming.
The moment the vault doors swung open, the blinding glare of gold forced Emilio back two steps.
Something flickered in his eyes.
He smothered it quickly, replacing it with disgust:
"So this is the source of the rot! This is what turned the Castellano operation into a house of vulgar excess!"
He spun around and threw himself to his knees before Rosalia:
"Angelo hoarded all of this for his own indulgence, with no regard for the family's reputation or dignity! What kind of man does that?"
He was trembling with righteous fury.
That ethereal face of his, all sharp angles and cool detachment.