The Visit

Rolando Palmar had been working with Saverio Alcunze to sabotage and overthrow Marco, a move that was provoked by my killing of Alfonso Quidiaro.

It didn't take much to put two and two together. Rolando fuelled the flames, hyping Saverio up to select ears of the underworld, and the prodigal DiBiancci son would swoop in with a sensationalist show of promises, mental manipulation to incite indignation, and a cunning use of his Master's in Communications degree.

But Anton was right. He was sloppy. Saverio might've been Vincente's first son, and he might've been a huge threat to Marco, but he was out of his depth. A civilian dressed as a soldier without knowing how to handle the war.

"The whole truth, Aurelia." I crossed my legs, tapping the platform of my heel on the metal leg of the table. "Why did you allow your nephew to live?"

"I can't kill family."

I stared at her blankly. She sighed, looking down at her manicured fingers.

"Saverio is Vincente's son."