Giovanni’s POV

The silence in the room was suffocating, thick with rage and unspoken promises. My fists curled at my sides as the weight of the truth bore down on me.

Aaron stood rigid beside me, his breathing heavy, his jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might crack.

Zoraya was our sister.

And Estrella had stolen her.

Had tortured her.

Had broken her.

And Elena—her daughter—had played a role in it too.

I exhaled sharply, trying to calm the storm raging inside me, ...