cked up my shattered arms, and the room spun violen
rasped, my
hed brow. The doctor froze, a pa
tone conveyed respect but absolute urgency. "But there
commanded, stepping
confession letter from a loyal Soldier who was ordered to betray him. It's hidden in his secret apartment in Greenwich Village. Marco and S
at a battered, hysterical girl anymore; she was looking at a
f her wrist. "Take my armored Cadillac. Two of my best Soldiers wi
ther and Donatella's heavy perfume-a borrowed fortress. Gia sat beside me, her hands trembling as she clu
the mask of the Falcone princess and breathe as the Enforcer I truly was. A black mourning wreath hung on the h
ehind, flanked by the two massive Romano Soldier
ht there," a
d in wearing my tailored men's suits, slipping him hundred-dollar bills. Now, he
I said, keeping my voice steady desp
crossing his arms. "No one go
e," I hissed,
crazies, no scammers looking for a handout. Mr. Angelo's *real* sister, Miss Sofia, is a
the poison Marco had slipped
alls, touching my weapons, breathing my air. The realization settled over me like a suffocating shroud. I was

GOOGLE PLAY