Grabbing my phone, I dial Zeno.
He picks up after a few rings. “Hey, boss.”
“Seems like our situation just got a lot bigger.” I relay the details to him before hanging up and calling my sister.
“What’s up?” Luna’s cheery voice comes through the speaker, loud pop music blaring in the background.
“Luna.” I put as much annoyance in my voice as I can muster, and it works. The music shuts off.
“God, you’re such a party pooper, I swear. Mom definitely dropped you on your head a few times as a baby.”
“Luna,” I say her name again, but this time, there’s a bite to it. Despite being such a ray of sunshine, she’s been working in the business long enough to know when it’s serious.
“What happened?”
She’s quiet as I repeat the events once more, only to huff out a breath once I’m done and to mutter, “Son of a bitch.”
“Zeno’s on his way to you.” I pause and inhale deeply. Then I lower my voice. “I want you to watch every bit of footage you can find to figure out who’s doing this, are we clear? Find me this motherfucker, so I can make sure he’s never going to see another day again. No one fucks with what’s mine.”
“Understood.” She’s in business mode, already clicking away on the keyboard in the background. “You can count on me.”
“I know I can. Let’s make him pay for what he did to Gemma.”
“Oh, he—”
“What’s going on? Who’s going to pay for what?” The female voice comes from behind me.
I close my eyes and slowly turn around.
Fuck.
Gemma has one towel wrapped around her torso and one around her head, her brows tightly drawn together.
As expected, she doesn’t just stand by idly to wait for an answer from me. She takes a step into the room, then another, before I finally snap back into action and hold my hand out in front of me, indicating for her to stop.
Surprisingly, she does. But now, her gaze roams around the room, and I know exactly what she sees. The broken glass pieces all over the floor and a bunch of photos on the table. I want to rush and hide them all so she can’t see them, but, at the same time, I also know she can take it. She isn’t the incapable, flowery girl her father has made her out to be. The one who isn’t good for anything but being married off for his benefit. She couldn’t actually be farther away from that type of woman.
“Matteo.” Her throat works hard and she swallows, trying to peek around me to catch a glimpse of the photos.
“I’ve got it handled, passerotta.”
She slides her gaze to me, her eyes full of questions as she tugs on her bottom lip with her teeth. But I can’t give her any answers, and frankly, I don’t want to.
“Are those photos?”
I nod.
“Of me?”
Another nod.
“And of us?”
One more nod.
She licks her lips and bobs her head several times, like this is exactly what she expected me to say, but she’s still trying to come to grips with the new information.
A noise coming from the desk tugs at my concentration, and I whip my head around. The phone. Damn it. Luna’s still on the line, listening in on us this whole time.