"Oh, would you look at that. The great godfather of Sicily's jewelry world, playing the devoted saint." Grayson let out a scornful laugh. "Her mother treated you like her own son. And you repaid her by selling her out to keep Selene happy, to hand Selene the keys to the jewelry world's inner circle. You pushed that woman straight into her grave. How do you sleep at night?"
A bottle slammed against the table, the sharp crack of shattering glass cutting through the air. Samuel's voice came through the door, his teeth grinding around every syllable, raw with an obsessive edge:
"What I owe Lois and her mother — I'll never be able to repay it, not in this lifetime. Everything I did back then was to keep Selene safe, to help her gain a foothold in the industry. If you so much as touch a hair on her head, I will make you wish you were dead."