Nonnina pushed open the doors to the suite the Genovese family were using.
"Don Genovese!" Nonnina cried.
Don Genovese lifted his eyes slowly from the glass of whiskey he had been holding.
It had been a long time he had seen that frightened look on her face.
"What is it?"
"Luciano, he is here. He is angry."
Nonnina watched as Julian jumped to his feet.
He stood, moving in front of Bianca.
Shielding her.
She had been sitting comfortably on the sofa, flipping lazily through a fashion magazine.
Don Genovese observed the scene quietly.
Soon Luca's footsteps came through the steps, approaching steadily.
Each one echoed through the hallway like a countdown.
"Father, you have to do something." Julian yelled.
The desperation in his voice was impossible to hide now. His body remained planted firmly in front of Bianca, like he actually believed he could physically stop what was coming.
