**Stefano’s POV**

"How is your mother, Stefano?" Raffaele’s voice was smooth, quiet, but dangerous. "Is it Claudia… or should I say Cecilia?"

The world seemed to tilt; my grip on the gun didn't waver as years of training kept my hand steady, but inside, my heart felt like it was being squeezed by a cold, iron hand.

He knew about Cecilia and the twins.

"Why don’t we choose?" he continued, pacing the length of the room, his eyes dancing with excitement that made him look truly insane. ...