Wallace?
The name hung in the air like a fetid stench, plucking at memories from decades past.
Luciano did not say a word. He knew his lips would tremble if he even breathed wrongly, so he kept quiet and listened.
"Valentina Quinn Wallace," Adin continued. "She's the daughter of-"
Luciano held his breath, as his hands grappled the edge of his seat.
"She's the daughter of Allen Wallace Quinn and Bianca Wallace Barone."
"Cazzo!" Salvatore, who had just entered the room, cursed under his breath.
"Cristo!" Elio took a stumbling step back, as the name clicked in his head.
No one ever mentioned Bianca Barone. But everyone, even down to the fetus in the womb, knew her story.
Vittorio's gaze swiftly shifted to Luciano. He saw the moment everything clicked in his head, and his gaze darkened.
Still, Luciano stayed silent.
"Go on," Vittorio encouraged Adin.
But he didn't. He looked at Luciano for permission. Everyone looked at him, waiting for his reaction.
