#Chapter 162 – Confrontation of Queens

“Just…say as little as possible, Iris,” Nico murmurs, glancing at me. “No problem,” I reply, my answer dry. He huffs a tiny laugh at me and then steps forward, opening the door for his Don and his Donna, stepping inside. The house is quiet, but it doesn’t take long to find people. We move quickly through the foyer, heading for the kitchen, but Gianna’s voice calls us from the formal living room. “We’re in here,” she says, her words tight, maybe even shaking. Christian turns towards her voice and the three of us enter to see Bianca and Giana sitting prim on the couch, Giana’s children sitting quietly next to her, the baby in her arms. Christian stops before them and I move close to his side. Nico stops neatly before me. Giana and Bianca simultaneously go pale as their eyes sweep over the pair of them, taking in the blood staining their shirts, their suits. Their hands. “My husband isn’t responding to my calls,” Bianca says quietly, looking stra