Tommaso's Betrayal

Killian

“What the fuck is her problem?” Andre Bianchi laughed as he sat down in one of the leather armchairs in front of my desk. His cigar continued to stink up the room. “What’d you do to my sweet girl?”

“Where were we?” I sat back down feeling like someone had punched me repeatedly in the gut. Maintaining my composure at the moment was nearly impossible, but it had to be done. I looked at Mattia, holding his gaze for a moment before I picked up where I’d left off when Sera came into the room and everything went to shit. “I want to know more about Seraphina’s childhood.”

“Eh, she was a kid.”

I eyed Andre dubiously. “Obviously.”

“What do you want to know? What her Barbies’ names were? When she learned to ride a bike? Or how much I spent sending her and her fuckin’ mother to Italy every summer?”

“Italy,” I replied flatly. “Sera was eight when her mother died, right?” I knew this information already. I’d been at Caterina Bianchi’s funeral, standing beside my mother and father while the