Unraveled (Guzzi Duet Book 1)(82)

“Sounds good.”

Although, Cara would much rather get Gian on the phone and figure out when exactly she could go back home.

She settled on the pictures, instead.

Cara found that the albums actually weren’t too bad. Most were older family photos of the Trentinis, their vacations, and the kids as they’d grown up. There were other albums of weddings from other families, Christening of babies, and more. There were even some memories that Cara had forgotten, things that had brought all the Outfit families together.

It surprised her to see herself and Lea in a few of the albums, sitting off to the side in a corner, people watching as they sometimes had done together as young teens.

“Canada Vacation and Wedding,” Abriella read from the front of the next album.

Cara wasn’t really paying attention at that point, as she was focused on the album in her hand, and the few photos of her and Lea that were hidden inside.

She only looked away from the photos when Abriella said, “Guzzi Wedding—Gian and Elena.”

“What?”

Abriella was already flipping pages, moving past decorated halls, silk-lined tables, and an ornate cake. Cara saw a familiar man in a suit standing with his father, and his younger brother. One of his mother, too, putting his boutonniere on.

No.

Cara couldn’t trust what her own eyes were seeing.

She didn’t believe it.

Abriella flipped the page again.

The woman was beautiful, and her white dress, modest at the top, yet covered in satin, tulle, and jewels, made her look like a proper princess.

A Mafioso principessa, actually.

Cara did a double take, not recognizing the woman with her perfectly done makeup and her upswept blonde hair. The ice in her brown gaze as she stared at the camera with a learned smile said she wasn’t exactly happy, but her posture spoke of elegance and grace, regardless of her emotions.

Gian and Elena, Abriella had said.

Was that the woman’s name?

Elena?

“When was that?” Cara asked.

Abriella turned the page, showcasing new photos, with Gian standing next to the very obvious bride. Both wore rings, as that too had been photographed, their hands laying one on top of the other.

“Abriella, when was that wedding?” Cara demanded, ripping the album from her.

“Whoa, relax.”

Cara flipped through more photos, progressively getting more irritated as she went. “When?”

“Three years ago. I flew in with my grandfather. Joel came, too. The invitation was basically for everyone, but only a couple of us went. Pretty common for famiglia weddings.”

Cara couldn’t breathe.

“He was married.”

It didn’t even come out as a question.

Abriella cleared her throat loudly. “Is, Cara.”

What?

Her inner question must have been as clear as day on her face, because Abriella shrugged and added, “Men in a position like Gian Guzzi—an heir to a Cosa Nostra family, a good Italian and Catholic, a Mafioso, do not get divorced. There is no acceptable divorce. He is married, Cara.”

It was that moment when her brother finally decided to make his presence known again, walking into the living room as though he didn’t know Cara’s whole world had been tipped upside down. This was what Tommas and Abriella had been discussing, she realized. This was what they knew, and that she hadn’t.

Cara felt dumb.

So fucking stupid.

Flashes of memories filled her mind, statements by people that she had let fly over her head, or reactions people had made when Gian took her out publically.

He had a wife.

That meant Cara …

She was his mistress.

A goomah.

Whore.

“What’s wrong?” Tommas asked, his gaze shooting from Cara to Abriella. “What happened?”

Abriella didn’t look all too concerned. “We were going through some albums and—”

Tommas was at Cara’s side before she had blinked, grabbing the album from her, only to see the last photo she had been looking at. One of Gian, and this Elena woman, kissing on an altar. Likely their first kiss, Cara didn’t know.

She didn’t care.

“Why would you do that?” Tommas asked Abriella.

“He’s married,” Cara said faintly.

Abriella stood from the couch, stoic and stone cold. “She deserved to know. I let her figure it out.”

“Abriella.”

She was already walking away.

Cara wished she could be angry.

She was, but not at Abriella.

Not even at her brother.

“Tommas, he’s married,” Cara said.

How had she not known?

Tommas looked down at her, wariness filling his eyes. “I don’t know much about it, just that he is, and that’s all.”

“I’m going home.”

“I don’t—”

“I’m going home.”

It wasn’t for her brother to decide.

Not on this.





“Do we know who showed up?” Gian asked.

Dom looked to Stephan for an answer.

“All of them,” Stephan said, the cigarette on his lips bouncing with every word.

While Gian despised Stephan for a great many reasons—including the man’s attitude and ways—he had to admit that the Capo was honest and honorable when it came down to business. After carefully going through every man Gian could find, he was surprised to find out Stephan had no hand in Constantino’s plots.