Chapter 73

The last thing Bruno Valentino saw of his son, Stephano, was gut-wrenching. Stephano was hanging upside down, hands cuffed behind him, mouth gagged, blood streaked on his face, and bruises marring his abdomen. In the video, a dark-haired man loomed, ready to swing a bat, and then it cut off.

"Bruno, you didn't need to see what came next. It was brutal. I landed a hit on his ribs, and he puked. Your kid's holding up, considering he wasn't raised like you—raised like a gentleman, not some lowlife thug. He was meant for the business world, not the underworld. It's you who should be on that hook, not Stephano. Why couldn't you leave Laura alone? I wouldn't have to do this to your son if you hadn't killed her. You brought this hell on yourself, and I loathe every second of it. I'm hurting an innocent man because you took an innocent woman's life. Feeling the weight yet, Bruno? How's your wife? Craving her son back yet? Does she