He continues to rant, asking questions I know my brother doesn’t want to answer, but he returns to the primary one.
“Where were you, Marco!”
“I wasn’t here,” my brother grits through clenched teeth.
“Were you in that whore’s bed?” my father sneers.
Marco glares at my father but doesn’t dare respond. I think we’re both shocked that he even knows about Serena.
“Has everything been taken care of?” my father asks when Marco remains silent.
“Yes, sir. Waiting for the team to tell me what’s on the camera feed. After that, we need to call this in. Can’t wait much longer, or we’re going to look suspicious,” I say.
My father and Antonio nod.