he had, I should have come to you guys, but by that time—"
“He was blackmailing you?” she asks.
“I wish you would have told me,” Matteo says.
I nod. “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. I just—” Matteo steps up to me, tilts my head up, and places a kiss on my lips.
“I didn’t deserve your trust. I would have used her against you too.”
I shake my head. “You wouldn’t have.”
His brow arches, and I know he doesn’t see the man I do. The man I love.
“I’m sorry,” Julia says from behind me, and I move to face her. “I-I.” Her eyes are focused at my stomach, and where the bulky bandage is clearly visible through my shirt. “You could have died. Jonathan and I—”
I lift my hand to silence her. “This isn’t your fault. It’s mine.”
“Like fuck it isn’t,” Matteo interjects. His voice rough with anger. “They tried to kill you.”
“I do believe we were actually trying to kill him.”
“Speak for yourself. I was trying to kill both of them.” We all turn around to face Jonathan. He shrugs from his cell. “No reason to lie. I was. Now that I know the truth, I obviously feel like shit, but it’s the truth nonetheless.”
Everything feels so confusing, my legs start to sway under me.
Matteo catches me in his arms, and before I know it, Roberto is pulling a chair under me to sit in.
“Are you okay?” Matteo is now eye level with me. Staring at me like he’s afraid I’m going to die.
“I’m fine.” I reach my hand out and touch his jaw. “Let Jonathan go.” My words shock even me, but in truth, now that the truth is out there, I’m not afraid of him. If anyone should be afraid, it’s my father.
“Are you insane?” I level my eyes on him. “Viviana, I can’t let him go.”
I look over Matteo’s shoulder, staring directly at Jonathan now. “Can he let you go? Are you going to kill us?”
Jonathan looks tired—not just physically but also mentally.
“I’m not going to hurt either of you.”
“No.” Matteo’s voice is louder than I expect. “He hurt you.”
“Look at it from his side. He thought I killed his mother. What would you do if you had a chance to kill the person who killed yours?”
Matteo’s hand wraps around my arm and pulls me out, away from everyone.
“It doesn’t stop me from wanting to kill him for hurting you.”
“I know.”
“No, you don’t know!” His anger no longer sizzles on the surface. Now, it’s a raging inferno, one I’m not sure how to douse. “I thought I lost you. I thought you died. You are everything to me. You are my life. Do you hear me? You are my life.”
I lift my hand up and touch his jaw. His rigid jaw that I think will snap in half. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”
His head hangs down. “You could have died, and it was because of me. I didn’t protect you.”
“I forgive you, Matteo. Now it’s time you forgive yourself. I love you. You can’t hold this inside you.” Taking his hand, I walk us back to stand in front of the cage.
“I can’t let him go. I can’t get over that he tried to take you from me.”
“But I can. I forgive him. Do this for me. Trust me. Please . . .”
Matteo lets out a long-drawn-out sigh and then nods his head to Roberto. He clearly looks as shocked as Matteo that I would even ask this of them.
“If you so much as look at my wife, or even me for that matter, I don’t care what she says, you are dead.”
“It was never against you,” Jonathan says.
“It sure felt that way when you had a gun pointed at my head.”
“Marino said he had more information about my mother. He promised if I took care of the problem, he would tell me.”
An audible gasp escapes my mouth. “He was blackmailing you too. Do you think he was going to tell you she was alive?”
“At this point, no. I think he was using Julia and me to do his dirty work. Once Matteo was out of the picture, I have no doubt that he wouldn’t have.”
“I don’t know,” I mumble under my breath.
“What don’t you know?” Matteo asks me.
I stand from the chair and walk to Jonathan’s cell. His chains drop to the floor, the clanking sound of the metal echoing off the concrete.
“Why go through all this trouble to tell you anything?” I ask Jonathan. “When did he tell