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e drifted over to the head of the table, coming to a stop besid

settled there, he

ing to be civilized here. Julian is family. He is m

asting like ash on my tongue. "Is tha

of my suit jacket. "He just needs an opportunity. You've been holding hi

d, my eyes fixed on a burn mark marring the mahogany table. "He bled two hundred gran

botage!" Jul

You set me up, Dante! You knew I was talented, and

at him. The sheer magnitude of h

I asked, m

you didn't earn and disrespecting me

validation. "He's a tyrant, Elena! He bullies everyone. Th

dn't know the blood-soaked history of the Chicago Outfit. They saw a man in a bespoke suit

e," I said, scanning th

re hired guns. They have no

s dead!" El

gain. "This is a business, Dante. A corporation. And I am the

company listed on the New York Stock Exchange. She thought she could

on her hands and knees, scraping gum off the underside of a tab

d. I gave her power

ad rotted her soul

. "And this isn't a board meeting. This

ers Julian had thrown onto the table. I pic

scraps of paper

r chest. "Sign the transfer papers, Dante. Go into retirement. We'll gi

the letters

of my wrist, I toss

ike dirty snow, covering th

ing to Tusc

ng anything until

my elbows on the table,

as your 'God-brother' been