The De Luca estate was quieter in the morning, but Lorenzo couldn’t shake the weight of Alessandro’s stare from the night before. His brother’s warning kept replaying in his head.

If you don’t tell me, I’ll find out myself.

Lorenzo slammed his coffee cup down harder than he meant to, earning a startled look from one of the house staff. He muttered an apology, rubbing at the ache in his temples. Sleep had been impossible. 

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Mateo, the heat of his ...