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terrace tasted like victory. I watched the gilded doors of Bergdorf Goodman

e to put o

the Moretti family's Underboss, answered

minutes," I ordered, my

utfit," Rocco growled, his patience already fraying.

errupt his little meeting, and tell the Chicagoans the Moretti Don can't even leash

, a threat to the family's business and the Don's honor was a

nd me, a hulking shadow of fury, as I dropped the heavy, matte-black AmEx on the glass c

y thousand dollars. I knew Damien's phone was currently screaming with top-

's beautiful," I murmured, glancing at Rocco's murderous refle

e remained silent, his ha

my voice just enough for the surrounding Moretti shadows to hear. "Have this couriered

the receipt, our fingers brushed. A micro-USB drive slipped

d shoulders stiffened. The irritation in his eyes vanished, r

and clamping down on my

ed, dropping a

narled, his voice a low,

of me,

gging me toward the exit with terrifying force. "Professional hit. The Don wants yo

rfect. The precision, the lack of traces-it was a textbo

ing spree as a smokescreen, framing me for a hit I didn't commit, and po