She looked up from the shoes of the person seated opposite her, her gaze slowly travelling up until it rested on his face. For a moment her jaw dropped.“Gee,” she whispered under her breath. Louder, she repeated the name. “Gee? Giovanni?”The man gave her a lopsided grin. “The very one. Although, around here I'm known as Capone Vanni Moretti.”“What sort of absurd joke is this?” she asked, her eyes scanning the strange room in a quick flash before her gaze returned to him.“And, Capone? Since when? Gee, what's the meaning of this?”“I've been Capone of L'Ordine Nero since the father of the boy in your arms made me. And that's why you're here, because I am obligated to avenge the death that put me in power.”“What does that mean? What does Stefano have to do with you people?”“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Vanni Moretti said, shaking his head slowly. “Look how your voice softens when you call his name. How lovingly you're holding his child.”“Why ever would you decide to give birth to a child to continue the D'Amico legacy, Antonella?” he suddenly exploded, making her jump and move away from him, far into the bed, clutching her son tighter.The loud voice woke Armando and he squeaked, about to cry. Antonella's gaze went to her baby and she rocked him, shushing softly until he settled against her chest again and went back to sleep.“What's wrong with you, Gee? What are you saying about Stefano?” Antonella asked, looking at him. Vanni Moretti, a man she'd once only referred to as Gee.She yearned to find in the cold eyes she was looking into, the sweet elder stepbrother she had met years back in college, who had protected her throughout the whole year he spent with her before he graduated.It was he who had told her all the deepest secrets of L'Ordine Nero and Le Ombre, the shadowed mafia run by the owners of the vineyard where she and her mother lived and worked. She had readily agreed to help him take over Le Ombre, because she thought the D'Amico family too good to be involved in such dirty dealings, especially Mr. Federico. She wanted them to end their involvement with the underworld.Not because Stefano was involved. What rubbish was he saying?“A week ago today, your Stefano, the Capone of Le Ombre, orchestrated a huge betrayal on us. He shot Duccio's driver, Sergio, and then he poisoned the car Duccio was driving with a toxic gas. Did he think we weren't going to trace it back to him?”“Stefano isn't the Capone of anything,” Antonella said firmly. “He has nothing to do with the mafia.”“Yes, he does. Not directly, at least until now. I'm sure he'd never have mentioned it to you, but he gives all the orders to Dario, and Dario executes. He pretends to keep his hands clean, smoothly running Gruppo D'Amico.”“No, that's not true,” she whispered. “Where did you get that from?”Vanni looked irritated. “Come on, Antonella, don't be slow. We are mafia, we ask questions. Do you think you're the only one we planted in the D'Amicos’ lives?”Antonella couldn't answer. She sat quietly, holding her breath. Her chest heaved with the sobs inside her, threatening to erupt. She forced herself to remain calm.“And you betrayed me as well, Antonella,” he suddenly said, his voice pained. “I trusted you and gave you free rein, and you betrayed me. You'd been pregnant for a D'Amico all these months, and you didn't say a word? You're not even on Tenuta D'Amico anymore, and you kept quiet about it, Antonella!”“I was still doing the job you gave me, Gee,” she said through clenched teeth, her eyes hard. “It wasn't part of our arrangement that I'd be giving you details on my personal life. I was still doing my job for you, a job that I would still be doing, if I weren't sitting in this strange room with you, with my two-month-old child!”