Julian, who had been leaning over the table studying a set of documents, straightened slowly. He looked tired. "Calm down, will you?" he muttered.
"For someone who wants to run the most powerful famiglia in Italy, you sure seem determined to prove you're an idiot."
Julian's jaw tightened, but he said nothing.
"I gave you information," she continued, stabbing a finger toward his chest as she closed the distance between them. "and what did you do? You went straight to Luca." Her eyes burned into his. "Straight. To. Luca."
"I thought—" Julian began, but she cut him off with a sharp, dismissive gesture.
"Did you think he's as foolish as you are?" she demanded. "Did you honestly believe you could walk up to him with that and not raise suspicion?"
"Don't talk to me like that!" Julian snapped. His hands curled into fists at his sides.
