Luciana's POV

I couldn’t bring myself to eat the food before me, my grip tightening around the fork in my hand. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind, including the fleeting idea of stabbing him in the neck with the fork, but I couldn’t do that in front of my son. My gaze fixed on Romano, sending daggers at him, my chest heaving with fury. I looked over at my son, sitting across from me, oblivious to the tension. He continued eating as if we were in our own home.

“Why aren’t you ...