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Domani shrugs, giving me a small smile. I think they're rare for him. He's intense, serious. Perhaps because of what he does, perhaps because of who he is. I'm not sure. But he holds himself apart, keeps his cards close to his vest. I think he's lonely though. And that's something I understand all too well. Before I moved here, I thought loneliness would eat me alive.
"You're family," he says. "I protect my family."
"Thank you," I whisper. "And for the offer. But this is my home. This is where I belong."
"I can see that," he murmurs. "Here." He stretches across the coffee table, holding the envelope out toward me. "This is for you."
I hesitate and then reach out, taking it from him. It's thick with papers. "What is it?"
"Photos of Silvia." His eyes meet mine. "I thought you might like to have them."
"Domani," I whisper, stunned. My gaze falls to the envelope. My hands shake as I slit the tape holding it closed and then reach in, pulling out a sheaf of papers and a handful of photographs. Finn takes the papers, allowing me to go through the photographs.
"You look like her," he whispers.
Tears blur my vision as I run my fingers over an old photo. It's like a version of me that I've never met smiles up at me. We share the same hair, the same round face, the same smile. I flip through each photograph, awed as I get to know my biological mom for the first time. "She was so beautiful," I whisper. "She looks so young."
"She was young." Domani scowls. "Our father was an unscrupulous bastard."
"Did she… Was she…happy when she died?" I whisper.
"Yeah,piccolina," he says. "She was happy. She found a good man and a measure of peace. She never forgot you, but she was happy."
Finn thumbs a tear from my cheek.
"That's good," I say, running my finger over the final picture of her in the stack. "Did she ever have kids?"
"No," Domani says, his voice gentle.
A tiny piece of my heart breaks for her. He's right. Our father was an unscrupulous bastard. He probably never thought twice about me, but Silvia never forgot me. I think she probably grieved for me right up until the day she died. That's sad to me. She deserved peace. She deserved babies.
"We'll find a way to celebrate her," Finn whispers in my ear, running the back of his hand down my cheek. "Whatever you want, pretty baby."
I nod gratefully, slipping the photos back into the envelope. "Thank you for bringing these," I say, holding them out for Domani.
"Keep them, Scarlett. I brought them for you."
"What the fuck is this?" Finn demands, holding up the sheaf of papers.
Domani glances from me to him and then back to me. "The documentation for her trust fund," he says quietly.
"The…what?"
"You're a Brambilla,sorellina.That means you're entitled to half of our father's estate." He pauses. "It's quite sizeable."
"I…" I gape at him, my head spinning.
"How sizeable?" Finn demands.
Domani flicks his gaze in Finn's direction. "She's worth several million dollars. I finalized the paperwork to sign it over to her before I flew out."
"Jesus Christ," Giant whistles.
Heavens to Betsy.
I wheeze, feeling a little like I might pass out.
"Breathe, pretty baby," Finn says, dropping the paperwork to pull me into his lap.
