Mafia alliances really were beautiful things. Renato glanced across the room. Luca had gone quiet.
His body remained relaxed while his attention seemed to be somewhere else entirely. Something was bothering him.
And strangely enough, it was not Valentina. Luca had nothing else on his mind but Marco. That was the real problem.
There was no clever trap Luca could build around Massimo's rules. Luca leaned back in the chair, his jaw tightening.
Valentina did not worry him so much.
Okay, no.
That was a lie. Valentina worried him for one reason that had absolutely nothing to do with whether she could hurt him.
It worried him that his wife would have to go through the horror of killing her own sister. Veronica might be taking everything in stride right now, but Luca knew better.
