ella

city. I dragged my leather suitcase into the foyer, the adrenaline from my confrontation with B

p, gravelly voice comma

behind a massive mahogany desk, Hector standing silently at his side. On t

onto mine. "Courtesy of my stepmother, Victoria. She and the Doyles wish to parade the 'crippled Ghost

sed lettering. "If we don'

smile played on his lips. "Bu

a Plaza Hotel gala," I admitted, t

nd unzipped a garment bag. Inside was a breathtaking, vin

the bloodline of the Conti family. Wear it. The trust fund strictly dictates that family heirlooms

fund were a calculated lie to maintain his bankrupt facade. "Then w

at the Plaza Hotel. I pushed Damiano's wheelchair up the red carpet, t

ur path, Carmella clinging to his arm. He looked at Damiano

ugh for the surrounding rival family members to hear. "Or

ant silence fell

ority that made the air feel heavy. "I move at my own pace," Damiano said, his voice a low, let

rough the crowd. Brayan's face flushed a violent s

we navigated through the elite, Carmella suddenly stumbled toward us. With a flick of

wheelchair. He threw his upper body weight awkwardly to the side, causing the chair to lur

ad chest, soaking his tailored tuxedo

rough the sudden gasps of the onlookers. "Send th

*Vendetta*. My heart hammered against my ribs, a strange,

utch. I glanced at the s

cident. Your husband just declared w

Damiano's 'clumsy' move was a calculated maneuver

drawing myself up to my full height. I loo

ging out cold and sharp in the quiet ballroom. "Others can

ned my back on her, placing my hands gentl

o mio* (my husband

shed the Ghost of the Moretti family through the ball