You chose him over me when I protected you.
I bled for you.
You were mine.
But you chose him.
Now you’ve unleashed a version of me you would have never seen if you stayed. While you’re playing house in the Cipriani compound know that you’ll carry my love like a curse.
You and Vincenzo will pay.
-Sal
My mind spins as I try to make sense of it all.
Salvatore wrote these.
Salvatore was in love with Francesca.
But he and my father were best friends.
What the hell kind of history did they have?
They both fell in love with the same woman.
But Francesca chose my dad and Salvatore vowed revenge.
Yet my dad made him the consigliere of our family.
The computer dings startling me from my thoughts. It’s from Rosa Marconi.
Dear Cipriani,
My neighbor is helping me send this to you. I have attached what you requested. It’s blurry but might be helpful. Take care.
-R
Opening the attachment, I scroll through the assortment of scanned photos. The coloring is faded and some of the pictures are grainy. There are people laughing, hugging, and kissing. Then I flip to a group photo of the whole wedding party.
I freeze.
The picture is blurry but there’s a face I would recognize anywhere.
I press the buttons to zoom in and the photo gets clearer.
Aldo’s daughter stands in the center of the group wearing her wedding gown with a big smile on her face.
On the right side of her stands her father, Aldo.
But on the left side is someone who has been like a second father to me since I was a child.
Bruno!
My eyes are glued to the screen as I feel my blood turning to ice.
Bruno was associated with the Marconi Family?
Clicking on the second attachment reveals the list of guests. I search the names and gasp as the cursive script confirms what I fear most.
