He reached into the safe, pulled out a stack of hundred-dollar bills totaling $50,000, and pressed it into her hands.
"Take this," Liam instructed. "There is a safehouse on the north edge of Evanston—a lake cottage listed under the name of my old uncle, Matteo. It hasn't been used in five years. The key is behind the brick mantle in the chimney. You go there tonight. You stay inside, lock the doors, and wait for my call."
"What about you?" she asked.
"I have a funeral to attend," Liam replied with a dark, bitter smile.
Using the servant tunnels built beneath the estate during the Prohibition era, Liam led Luna out of the mansion, avoiding the security guards patrolling the grounds. They emerged near the overgrown edge of the forest bordering the lake.
Liam watched Luna step into an unmarked taxi she had called from a burner phone. Once the red taillights vanished down the snow-covered lane, Liam turned his eyes back toward his lit estate.
On the second floor, in the master bedroom, the lights were still on.
Through his tactical binoculars, which he had retrieved from the safe, Liam saw two figures standing near the grand window.
Renata was wearing a sheer red silk robe. Carmine stood behind her, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder as they both stared out over the grounds, drinking champagne from crystal flutes.