“Dominic. Don’t make this ugly.”
Dominic’s face went deathly still.
“It became ugly when you killed my wife.”
A silence.
Then Victor sighed. “Elena was reckless. She wanted to dismantle everything your father built. I preserved this family.”
“You sold us.”
“I saved us from your weakness.”
Dominic’s voice trembled with suppressed rage. “My weakness was trusting you.”
Victor laughed softly. “No. Your weakness is in that room with you. The girl. The waitress. The dead woman whose ghost still leads you by the throat.”
Grace forced the latch one more time.
It snapped.
