"I… nothing. Nothing, truly," she stammered, shaking her head. "Luca, all he said was he wanted to make sure Don wasn't making any rash decisions that could hurt him. He wanted to know whatever was going on when he is in New York."
Luca's gaze remained fixed on her. Every twitch of her expression, every hesitation in her voice, was being meticulously analyzed. "And what information did you give him?" he demanded, his voice rising slightly, the edge of his anger now unmistakable.
Bianca swallowed hard. "Luca, I barely know anything," she insisted. "Don has his office where he handles his meetings when he is home. Other than that, everything else is done at the wharf or on the yacht. I'm not involved in those affairs. The only thing I did so far was to inform him when Marco was in Italy. That's all!"
Attack from an enemy was expected; betrayal from within his own family was far more difficult to reconcile.
