Salvatore found me curled in the corner where his men had left me. His brows tightened with visible anguish as he stripped off his coat and draped it over me, slow, careful, the way a man handles something he intends the world to believe he cherishes.
"I'm sorry, Adriana… I shouldn't have sent for you this late. It's my fault." His voice trembled with guilt. "Believe me, time will ease everything. People will forget about the film eventually. Until then, I'll stay by your side. Always."
In the car he held my hand firmly, refusing to let go, his thumb tracing slow circles over my knuckles.
The silence stretched. Assuming I had drifted off, Enzo, both hands locked on the wheel, let out a long, heavy breath.
"Boss," he said, and the word came out frayed at the edges. "Let one of the other men handle this kind of thing next time. I can't stomach it. Did you see how those animals looked at her? Two minutes later and they'd have stripped her in the street for the whole territory to watch."
Enzo's next words hit me like thunder.
"Her father was just getting his respect back. Vincenzo's people were finally breathing again. And because of one sentence out of that Thornbury woman's mouth, all of it came apart. And you, the man closest to her, are still working out how to keep her on her knees? You want her erased completely?"
My heart froze.
The drunks outside the hotel. Salvatore had arranged them.
I bit down hard on my tongue, tasting blood, forcing myself to stay silent.
He eased me gently to the side against the door. Then he lunged, one hand closing around Enzo's throat, his voice dropping to something low and hoarse with rage.
"You've eaten at the Moretti table long enough, haven't you? And now you want to open your mouth? If Adriana hears one word of this, your wife and your children answer for it. You think this is yours to decide?"
The choke and scrape of a man fighting for air. The car lurched hard across the lane.
Just as it felt like the road was about to come up and meet us, he let go.
Enzo coughed violently, gasping apologies into the dark.
Salvatore pulled me close again, his arms tightening around me until there was no space left. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and murmured, half to himself:
"Just hold on a little longer, Adriana. Even if it's only for me. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."
But this wasn't love. It was cruelty dressed in concern. And I couldn't take it anymore.
That night, once his breathing had gone even and deep, I slipped from the bed into the study. My hands trembled as I wrote to my aunt, Vivian, the one connected to the old theatrical world, the woman who understood staging and the long game.
Sealing the envelope, I felt, for the first time in a long while, something close to hope.
I couldn't stay in this hell any longer.
The next morning, I'd barely opened my eyes when I heard Salvatore's voice on the other side of the bedroom door, low and even.
"Today is the opening ceremony at the girls' school. When she wakes, find a way to get her there."
"But, boss… she can't walk down the block for bread without every eye turning on her. An event like that, with that many people…"
"Think about your wife. Your children," Salvatore said, cold as marble.
Enzo went silent.
A moment later the bedroom door eased open. A familiar hand smoothed gently over my hair.
"Adriana," he said softly, "it's the opening ceremony today. The Family sponsored a great many of those students. I'm expected. There'll be a crowd. You needn't come. Rest."
I forced a smile. "All right."
Once he'd gone, Enzo lingered, watching me eat with a nervousness he couldn't hide. At last he spoke, hesitating over every word.
"My boy said, back when you filled in at their school, the children were fond of you. Today's the ceremony. I think they'd be glad to see you again."
I looked up, my eyes calm. "I'll go. Bring the car around."
But the moment I arrived at the venue, I saw Bianca's smirking face in the crowd, her smile widening a half-second too late to be real.
And I understood.
Salvatore never meant to protect me.
He wanted me humiliated again.
