Samuel's hand froze mid-pour. Wine sloshed over the rim of the glass and dripped onto the expensive velvet tablecloth, blooming into a dark crimson stain. "What document?" His voice could have frosted glass, though something taut lurked beneath the surface.
"It's... an annulment agreement, Godfather."
Six words. They detonated like a thunderclap inside his skull. His grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles bleached white, and he shot to his feet, his expression darkening like a sky about to split open. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. He knew he'd gone too far this time, yes. But never, not once, had he imagined that Lois Simmons would dare use an annulment to defy him. To defy him, the undisputed godfather of Sicily's jewelry empire.
A flash of mockery darted through Selene's eyes, gone before it could be caught, replaced instantly by a mask of tender concern. She reached out, her delicate fingers catching the cuff of his tailored suit jacket, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Did something happen to Lois? Let me come with you to the hospital. Maybe I can talk to her, help smooth things over."