Page 50 of The Bonventi Secret

"Got it, that's why you seem a little happy about the mayor," I say.

Both Enzo and Marco start to smirk.

"Ohh, interesting. Why?" Marco asks.

"If he has to step aside in a non-election year, you'd become mayor."

Marco laughs and smacks his hand on the table. "Ha, Zo, you'd better be careful. You've got a smart lady on your hands."

"I'm sure she doesn't want to hear about these kinds of things," Enzo says.

"Well, what were you two talking about before I came in?" Marco asks.

I lean forward, "I was trying to crack through your brother's walls. Get to know him, more about his life and family."

Marco nods. "We've been trying to get my brother to loosen up for years. Good luck with that," he says, laughing. "But I'm here—what can I tell you about us?"

"Oh, well, we were just going over names of grandparents, parents, things like that," I say.

"Well, I don't know if he's already told you this, but there's three of us. Zo, me, and Gio—have you met Gio yet?"

I shake my head.

"Ha, he's boring, too. I'm the youngest, but the best brother," he says.

I laugh.

"It's true. Best thing Rocco and Teresa, our parents if you haven't gotten that far, ever did. God rest their souls."

I smile and take a sip of my water.

Wait. R. Rocco. Enzo's dad?

"Don't ask him any more questions. He'll never leave," Enzo says.

Marco stands. "Okay, okay. Well, Livia, enjoy your dinner and try to enjoy this guy, and I'm sure I'll see you again. Zo," he says and nods, "there is something I might as well discuss while I'm here. I'll wait in your office."

Enzo nods.

"Please, take your time. I've got some calls to make. Have a good night, Livia."

"We're done eating," I say and turn to Enzo, "No need to make him wait. You can go now."

"Are you sure?" he asks.

I smile. "Yes, of course," I say, trying to hide the gears turning in my head.

Enzo stands, leans in, and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh wow, affection? From Enzo? Now I've seen it all," Marco says with a smile and walks out of the room.

Enzo follows, and I let out a breath.

"Holy shit," I say low to myself.

Did Enzo's dad kill his father?

And E has to be Enzo. So…