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t when I finally pushed

adding into the living room, I poured myself a glass of water,

ticked in the hollow space

slammed against the walls with a cras

ne, and his tie had been ripped open, hanging loosely around

evoid of warmth, stripping me down with a gaze so cold it burned. He looked at

e a lethal whisper. "A line even this family cann

eting my husband's furious stare, I kept my voice ev

tight. He didn't believe a single syllable that fell fr

ran forward. His small hands s

is voice breaking with sobs. "You made Aunt S

quiet, agonizing moment, I felt the very last t

e sharp sound sliced through

nstantly, puttin

It was Rocco-a notorious, rogue Capo from the East

, Don. That's the price to keep my mouth shut and honor the under

raction of a second. "You'll h

isn't enough anymore. Bring your wife to the East Docks

ne wen

He turned his deadened gaze back

rain beat against the armored windows of the SUV, matching t

he decaying docks were slick with rain and motor oil. Beyond

soldiers. Siena was kneeling on the wet, rotting wood. Her hands were b

downpour. He walked forward, the rain i

men hurled a heavy, waterlogged duffel bag onto the wooden planks. The zipper burst open, reve

ead as he pressed the barrel of his gun against Siena's temple. "The money is

nding me where I stood by the open car door. Then,

husband commanded, his voi

is small face twisted in desp

and and my son had just agreed to hand me over to a r

y rain plastered my hair to my face, blinding me, but

id motion, he shoved Siena forward like a discarded ragdoll. She stumbled wildly across the slick planks tow

o look back at the

hurriedly wrapping his dry, warm coat around her shivering shoulders, his hands g

o the men I loved. I was never a wife. I was never a mother. I was me

ing, black ocean churning

ing down, I saw only the churning, grey-black foam along the ship's hull and the m

, I ripped my arm out of

ard off the edge of the boat. And I let