The Waitress Who Spoke With Her Hands—and Changed the Mafia Boss Forever
Beatrice suddenly signed again.
It wasn’t an accident.
Harper froze.
Roman noticed her expression.
“What did she say?”
Harper swallowed.
“She said…”
Beatrice repeated the words.
It wasn’t an accident.
Harper looked at Roman.
“She says whatever damaged her hearing wasn’t an accident.”
Roman went completely still.
Beatrice had lost much of her hearing nineteen years earlier.
Roman had always been told it resulted from complications following an automobile collision.
Now his mother was saying otherwise.
“Who did it?”
Beatrice refused to answer.
Roman’s frustration grew.
Harper stepped between them.
“Stop.”
Roman stared at her.
“She just told me my family lied to me for nineteen years.”
“And she’s terrified.”
That stopped him.
Harper crouched beside Beatrice.
You don’t have to tell us tonight.
Beatrice’s eyes filled with tears.
Harper continued signing.
But if someone is threatening you now, Roman needs enough information to keep you safe.
Beatrice looked toward her son.
Then she signed three words.
Ask Uncle Carlo.
Roman’s expression changed when Harper translated.
Carlo Moretti was Roman’s father’s younger brother.
And Roman trusted him more than almost anyone alive.
Roman immediately reached for his phone.
Beatrice grabbed his wrist.
No phone.
Roman frowned.
“Why?”