The room went silent until Carlo slammed his hand against the table, making me flinch. The silverware rattled. Two soldiers stationed near the dining room entrance shifted their weight but kept their eyes forward. "Watch your mouth. Are you really saying you'd turn your back on your family for this woman?"
Before I could step away, Marcello caught my hand, threading his fingers through mine, holding me still. "Father, I've said this many times. Arianna is the woman I love. The one person I can't bear to hurt. I won't even raise my voice at her, and yet you give her this coldness every time. Do you know what that does to me?" His grip on my hand tightened. "If this happens again, I won't just walk out of this house. I'll walk away from this family for good."
The Don of the Castellano Family, a man whose name made capos across the city lower their voices, but right then he sounded like a devoted husband willing to burn his whole world for me.
Pathetic. He thought I didn't know about his affair.