Vito’s voice was broken with fear as he knelt on the marble floor, blood dripping from his mouth.
“I meant no offense, I swear on my life. Alessia is my wife. I only wanted to take her home. Please, forgive me, Don Romano. I didn’t know Alessia was your daughter.”
Vito was a pathetic dog, groveling at my feet.
“I’m begging you! Please, spare me!”
“Everything I did, I did because I love her! I swear I never meant to hurt her!”
My father looked down on him, the murderous glint in his eyes as sharp as a blade.
“Love her?” my father sneered. “You call that love?”
“You locked her up, you let her be poisoned, you killed my grandson. Is that what you call love?”
Vito shook his head frantically.
“No! That wasn’t my intention! I just wanted to…”
I walked up to Vito and kicked him squarely in the chest.
He fell back with a grunt of pain.
“Enough,” I said, my voice as cold as ice. “I don’t want to hear a single word of your excuses.”
I looked down at my wedding ring.
The platinum band that had once symbolized our love.
Engraved with our initials.
Now, it only made me feel sick.
