ella

heavy guillotine waiting to drop. But if she thought the name of

shoved past Sean, his eyes blazing with a reckless, suicidal fury. "I am going to The Old Man right now. I will la

rate strength of a dying man. "Marco, you bring this to the Don, and he will slaughter

I blow your head off," my father warne

dbath. I needed a weapon to cut through this madnes

lummeted as the splintered do

Sean froze. My father's h

e silver half-mask covering the upper right side of his face caught the dim light, but it was his eyes-hollow, dead, and ut

rom my father. "Damien... we were ju

mother's grasp and sank to my knees on the s

, who were cowering by the bed. "Jason Brennan has been bedding my adopted sister

ing boredom. "A broken heart and a cheating boy," his voice was a low

The gamble

ng up into his cold eyes. "A

of his head. I leaned forward, my lips inches from the cold silver of h

ent. It's about treason. Alistair

pness. Damien straightened, his eyes locking onto mine with a piercing intensity that made my

commanded his Soldiers, his voice cr

y the hair. Elena sobbed hysterically, th

r fathers. "You two. With me. The

op apartment was replaced by the scent of aged

ring Chicago skyline. The Old Man sat behind a massive mahogany desk, his weather

ed forward on the thick Persi

t just betray me; they spat on the union you personally blessed. They planned to murder a Falcone to steal th

ce that followe

rm to the towering, silent figure of Damien standing by the door. The Don's gaze narrowed, a dangerous, calculating curiosity sp