Chapter 220

• Vittorio had to fight hard to disguise his reaction. His gut clenched as if a powerful fist had grabbed at his intestines and cruelly squeezed. He felt his hands go to fists at his sides; although not a violent man by nature, he wanted to smash his brother-in-law’s face against the nearest hard surface.
• ‘You told me she stole that money from you,’ he said, the pieces of the puzzle finally falling into place. ‘But that is not what happened, is it, Rocco? You gave it to her, did you not? You gave it to her so she could—’
• ‘Excuse me…’ Ally inserted testily. ‘But do you mind speaking in English when I am in the room? I find it rather disconcerting to be left out of the conversation, since I suppose the discussion has everything to do with me.’