"Now then," Vittorio continued, spreading his hands wide, "shall we discuss your father's debts?"
The words filled the air as Isabella felt her world tilt. Everything she thought she knew was crumbling.
"No," Matteo said quietly. His voice was deadly calm. "We won't."
Vittorio's smile widened. "Oh, but we will. You see, Isabella's father owed our organization quite a substantial sum before his... unfortunate death."
"That's impossible," Isabella whispered. "My father wasn't"
"Your father was Antonio Moretti. Second-in-command to Enzo De Luca." Vittorio's eyes glittered. "Matteo's father. They were partners. Until Antonio decided to steal from the family coffers."
"You're lying." Isabella's voice was stronger and now more Angry.
"Am I?" Vittorio pulled out a manila folder from his jacket. "Bank records, transfer documents. All signed by your dear daddy."
The silence stretched. Isabella could hear her own heartbeat. Could hear Matteo's breathing beside her.
