a's per

ting table, then looked at me with his greedy eyes. "I won't treat anyo

had no money, I was holding a ca

g the rest of your life in federal prison. Tonight, the FBI will move in. The location is an underground spot o

nce reserved only for playing Chopin for mafia elites, had now become the most composed wings of redemption. Relying on the first aid skills honed in that dark

fear and a deep fascination for the monster I had be

on, clearly knowing what was happening in Chicago three hundred mi

father-"General" Marco Moretti-is bowing to Lorenzo Farkone. To save me from the slander meticulously woven by th

sually tosses an antique coin between his fingers, glancing a

the port," Lorenzo probes this new godfather. "In exchange, I declare your marr

st hesitation, coldly replied:

n't reg

ev

Valenti family and threw me to the wolves. He discarded us like trash. B

dust from the Gary limesto

the blood seeping into the rough canvas gloves. I needed clean cash to buy antibiotics for Angelo, a

fleet of black Cadillac Kerade parked

top what I

d by the fully armed Moretti family soldiers. She spent several days navigating the dirty str

ud, knelt before me, indifferent to the mud staining her spotless dress. "Oh

pped my bleeding palm with a dirty cloth. My eyes were like a pool

me they got there, they could only afford to buy a small wooden cof

erything was comp

red cars waiting to take us back to Chicago as I looked pas