Chapter 232

• Enzo
• Luca’s voice, low and urgent, filtered through the fog of rage that blocked out everything and everyone other than the woman standing in front of the altar. He grabbed the front of my shirt, and slowly, the red haze on the outskirts of my vision shifted.
• “Enzo. Listen to me. You cannot react.” I tried to look around him, but he wouldn’t allow it. “This is what he wants. He’s using her to get to you, hoping you’ll start something. I know what you’re feeling. Trust me, I do. But if you do anything right now except sit back down in that fucking pew, it will give him the excuse he needs to take me out. To take all of us out. So sit the fuck down. We can’t win this, my friend. Not today.”