Page 103 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

What choice did he have?

Catherine parked the Lexus in the drive of her parents’ home, and drummed her manicured fingernails to the steering wheel. The entire drive to Amityville had left her anxious, but now, her anger was returning fast and swift.

She hadn’t slept at all the night before. She couldn’t sleep when she had far too many questions rattling around in her mind, and just as much anger filling up her heart.

Sadness and anxiety, Catherine could deal with. She had learned the best tools to handle those kinds of emotions through her work with Cara. But anger? Not so much.

It didn’t help that for reasons Catherine couldn’t quite explain, a deep sense of betrayal had burrowed into her heart. Like everyone around her had lied, lied, and lied more.

Before she could convince herself otherwise, Catherine exited the Lexus and headed for the house. Inside, laughter filled the main hallway. She followed the sound to the kitchen, where she found her mother and father.

For a moment, she simply watched the two. They didn’t seem to notice her presence in the entryway.

Catrina sat on Dante’s lap at the head of the table. He tipped his wife back, and kept a tight hold on her before he kissed her twice in quick succession.

“What are you working on, bello?” Catrina asked.

“Nothing,” he murmured. “I can’t love my wife?”

“You can.”

It was a cute, sweet scene. Any other day—any other time—and Catherine wouldn’t have interrupted. She probably would have turned away, and tiptoed out of their presence so they didn’t know she was there. For the most part, her parents were very private about their love and how they expressed it to one another.

Sure, she saw lots of moments between them over the years, but not because they allowed her to see it.

Dante and Catrina Marcello were not the kinds of people who allowed others—even their family—to witness their private moments. Something as simple as handholding could be incredibly intimate for them, and so they treated it that way.

It was not for the consumption of others.

So yeah, any other time, and Catherine wouldn’t have stepped in on their moment. Right then, though, she was too pissed and too confused to really care.

“When were you going to tell me you knew I was working for Andino?”

Instantly, Catrina was up out of her husband’s lap. Her mother fixed her dress while her father’s head whipped in Catherine’s direction.

“Catherine,” Dante said, standing from the chair.

She was supposed to come over to visit this week. That’s what she had promised her father.

He probably expected that.

Not this.

“I asked a question,” Catherine pointed out.

Catrina cleared her throat, and looked to Dante. “Well, couldn’t we ask you same thing?”

“Except I asked you first.”

“Don’t act like a child, Catty,” Dante said. “Be respectful.”

“Once I get an answer, sure.”

“Catherine.”

She ignored her father’s second warning.

“Apparently, you’ve known that I was dealing for … well, since I started,” Catherine said, opening her arms wide. “Stupid me thought neither of you had a clue because no one figured they should speak up. You didn’t think for even a second that you should maybe tell me you knew what I was up to?”