“Once I earned Enzo’s trust, he brought me to the compound himself and gave me access to the heart of the operation. He opened his home to me and treated me like a son.” His eyes drop to his lap.
“He cared about you. He still does. He planned for you to take over since my brothers have no interest,” I grate out, unable to hide the fury tinging my voice at how Roman duped my father.
Roman shakes his head and runs a hand over his closely cut hair. “I know.”
His troubled gaze meets mine again, and my heart softens because I can tell he’s just as conflicted over the situation as I am.