Dead Women Don't Come Back
His face was inches from hers, his breath sharp with alcohol and something far colder as he hissed, "Who gave you permission to touch Amelia's things?"
Martina choked, tears streaming down. "I-I was just trying to help... She's gone, Roberto. You need someone..."
"There'll only be one lady of the Bertelli family, even if she's dead," Roberto hissed slowly, tightening his grip.
He released her, and Martina collapsed to the floor, coughing violently.
Roberto turned away, his voice flat.
"Someone get in here and escort Ms. Pelosi out. As of today, she's not permitted to set foot on this property again."