"You knew. You knew my mother was the only family I had. And you knew how much it meant to her to see me walk down the aisle in white. And Piper fucking destroyed it!"
Did he really not understand why my mother was desperate to make money?
The Marconi Family had looked down on us from the start. His parents—Don Bertram and Carmela Marconi—barely tolerated my presence at their table. To them, I was the daughter of a servant, no matter that my mother had once saved their precious heir's life. And my mother—God, she tried so hard to make me worthy in their eyes. That's why she went to Piper, thinking maybe this time, things would be different. Maybe blood would finally mean something.
I could still hear the officer's voice in my head: "Your mother tracked those people down to try and get her money back. She didn't know they were part of a butcher operation—organ trafficking. They carved her up and took everything they could sell."
I couldn't stop crying. Each word came out like a blade. "If it weren't for Piper and her mother, none of this would've happened. All I want is justice for my mother, and you want to keep me from that?"