"My...my father-your
Nonno
-died when I was a kid. My
Mama...
she never really spoke kindly of him. I always thought he was just an asshole or that he and
Mama
had a bad marriage, but today all that changed." He looks at Rose and cups her face. "Rose, the master jeweler, was my father."
Rose looks even more confused. "The...it was-the jeweler was
Nonno
?"
"Alive and well," he says. "Rose, your
Nonna
, has been lying to me and my brother Lucas our whole lives about our father."
"But...why? Why would
Nonna
do that?"
"To protect us. Rose," he takes her hands, "I'm going to tell you something, but it
has
to stay between us, okay?"
Vincent tells her about his talk with Lorenzo and the fact he's the head of a crime syndicate. He explains that's why Iris lied about him being dead and why she kept everything a secret. He also tells her how the ring was a gift to him to try and mend some of the damage to their relationship. He tells her how Lorenzo wants to have a relationship with him again to get to know his son. He's surprised when Rose doesn't seem surprised or shocked.
"Wow, that sounds...terrible?" she says awkwardly.
"Rose?" he asks with confusion. "You don't seem...shocked."
Rose bites her lips and her brow furrows like she's trying to bite back words, but also figure out what to say. She makes an odd whimper sound as she struggles.
"Rose, what is going on?" his tone shifts from confused and concerned to almost guarded. "You know you can tell me anything."
Rose releases her lips then grits her teeth in an awkward smile. "I know..." she says before swallowing hard and taking his hands. "Umm, Daddy, don't get mad..." she says and watches his face darken slightly with anger. "I said
don't
get mad! Umm...I-I kinda sorta already know about
Nonno
..." she winces and sucks air through her teeth.
"WHAT?!" he snaps and pulls his hands away. "How long have you known?! Who told you?!" He stands up from the bed.
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Rose says, trying to calm him. "Breathe!" She kneels on the edge of the bed and tries to take his hands, but he steps back.
He goes into the kitchen and Rose hears ice clink into a glass, a whiskey bottle open and fill a glass, then watches as Vincent returns with the bottle in one hand and glass in the other. He takes a long draw from his glass, then narrows his eyes at her. "Rose," he says firmly through gritted teeth. "Explain."
She sighs. "
Nonna
and I were talking about relationships and she told me some things, I told her some things, then she...she told me about
Nonno
. How he wasn't really dead and she'd kept in contact with him so she could write to him and let him know how you and
Zio
Lucas were doing."
Vincent feels his heart sink as Rose's words sink in. His grip on his glass tightens as a wave of conflicting emotions washes over him. Shock, betrayal, anger - they all churn within him, battling for dominance. "
Mamma
...she really knew all this time?" he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "And she's been in contact with him? With the man who abandoned us?" His jaw clenches, his eyes narrowing as he tries to process this new information. "So you've known about this, about your
Nonno
and the
Lucciola Syndicate
, and you didn't say anything to me?" His voice rises slightly, tinged with a hint of hurt and accusation. "Why, Rose? Why wouldn't you tell me?"
"Because I literally just found out like 4 hours ago! And she made me swear not to tell you, but then you told me, so now I'm telling you!"
"Rose, if your
Nonna
is keeping secrets from me, from us, I need to know. I can't have her manipulating either of us." He pauses, his eyes searching hers. "Is there something more going on here that I'm missing?"
"No one is manipulating anyone," Rose says firmly. "Daddy, she lied to you and
Zio
Lucas for a good reason. She didn't want either of you following in his footsteps and, as far as lying to you now, Daddy, you're the fucking D.A.! How was she supposed to tell you, 'Oh, by the way, your father isn't dead, he's the head of a mafia!'. Cut her some slack, Daddy." Rose shakes her head. "Information like that could ruin your career, Daddy.
Nonna
and
Nonno
, were and are just trying to protect you!"
Vincent's expression darkens, his jaw clenched as he processes Rose's words. He can feel his temper rising, his mind racing with the implications of what Rose is saying. "You're defending
Nonna
for lying to me?" he asks, his voice low and even, but laced with a hint of anger. "For putting me in a position where I'm compromised? Where my integrity is questioned?" He takes a deep breath, his grip on her hands tightening. "Rose, I'm the D.A. because I'm a man of integrity. I don't tolerate lies, especially not from the people I care about. And especially not about something as serious as this."
"Ugh! Daddy!" she groans and sits up "
Nonna
and
Nonno
didn't want to compromise you, which is why they lied! Daddy, if they hadn't lied, you would have never been able to become D.A. because the guilt of knowing who your dad is would have stopped you. Duh!"
Vincent's expression softens slightly as Rose's words sink in. He takes a drink from his whiskey. He can see the logic in what she's saying, the desire to protect him and his career. But the lingering betrayal is still there, the sense that those closest to him have been keeping secrets.
"I...understand what you're saying, baby girl," he says, his voice low and thoughtful. "But
Nonna
shouldn't have had to lie to me, shouldn't have had to protect me from my own father. I'm a grown man, Rose. I can handle the truth, no matter how difficult it may be."
"Which is why this is coming out now and not when you were 8," Rose says.
"I...can see that, now..." He pauses, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand. "But, Rose, I don't want you keeping secrets from me, either; not about something this important." He sits on the bed beside her.
Rose bites both her lips again, her brow furrows like before, and she makes the same whimper noise.
Vincent's eyes narrow slightly as he notices Rose's lip-biting again. He can sense a hint of nervousness, of hesitation, and it makes him wonder what else she's not telling him. "Rose, what else is going on that I don't know about?" he asks, his voice firm but laced with a hint of concern. "You're not telling me everything, and I need to know what's going on. You're my daughter, my partner. I trust you, but I also need to know the truth." He gently squeezes her hand, his eyes locked on hers. "Rose...what is it? What else are you hiding from me?" His tone is laced with a mixture of concern and a hint of desperation. "Talk to me, baby girl. Please."
Rose reluctantly releases her lips. "I-" she stops herself, gets up, goes to the kitchen and opens the small fridge. He hears her crack open 2 cans of her lemondrops. He hears her pour them into a cup and then watches her come back in. She's holding one of her tall, plastic, screw top with a plastic straw tumblers. She takes a long sip, swallows, then looks at him sheepishly. "I...may have told
Nonna