"Where is she?!" Luciano raged as he walked into the room, but didn't find Valentina.
"She's not here anymore. Can we—-"
"No Vitto! It is no to whatever you have to say. You will not keep the girl from me. I am the boss here, and I demand her presence immediately!"
"No," he said, knowing he was risking his head, but doing it anyway.
"No?" Luciano's head doubled back at the staggering audacity.
"No. I can't let you see her in your state. You're angry, rightfully so. But you don't have all the facts yet. Say you hurt her, how then do you clear the great Matteo Alvarez name? How do you convince the whole of Italy that your father didn't do what he was accused of doing?"
"And how do I do that with her here?" He laughed. "What is her purpose here? Do you think someone who is clearly a spy for the government cares about redeeming my father's image?" He began to pace back and forth like a deranged lunatic.
