na

he fence a

ches for the lower-level soldiers. He was surprised to hear f

elets. The chinchilla coat Dante bought me after he killed three men in

ld Marco. "And I wa

his is dangerous, Mrs. Vitiello. If th

ice hollow. "He doesn't l

rubber-banded cash thick enough to choke a horse. It felt dirt

. A notificatio

n a bathroom mirror. She was wearing a silk robe, her hand resting on the small bump of

's ja

Safe and sound. Hi

my tear ducts had drie

rce woman with hoop earrings and a switchblade in her purse. She was the o

she asked, eyeing the e

"We are goin

he Outfit. We drove to the suburbs, to a quiet, nondescript civilian cemet

ing her Range Rover. "The Vitiello mausoleum is at Saint Mic

ar. The wind bit a

g buried with

ho smelled like mothballs. I paid for the plot in cash.

" I said. "My

a, stop this. Dante will kill everyone in this building if h

n my abdomen was a dull roa

nth to live, Giulia.

her face. She looked

e best doctors. We go to Switzerland.

e to die quie

ream. She tried to drag me back to the car. "We a

hands. They

o die as Elena Rossi. Not as the barren wife of the Don. No

r face, ruining her mascara. She saw the

ed out. "Okay, b

. I had a place to rest where the shadow

nymore; it was a knife twisting in my gut. My

Giulia

ke me to the Family hospital, where they report ever

ard was Giulia scre

, you son of a bit