g open before Camilla c

sion and returning the telephone to my c

ng grace, each step eating up the d

e mahogany table; it landed with a sha

t," he

act, a formal offer of one million dollars and a luxury pent

ven read Clause Seven?" I asked, my

elope," he growled.

dow falling over me and plunging

cologne and the faint, m

vive a war with my Family," he warned, his voice a low

nish. Or I will make sure y

apped the screen, and held t

ated. "This is my reality. Not

ore and Camilla on a yacht; he was kissing her c

ces. My gaze locked onto the necklace

in tarnished gold. It was my mother's necklac

poured through my veins,

ce?" I demanded, my pulse begi

back slightly. "She inherited it from

Atlantic City," I countered, my tone sharp with disdain. "She died with a mount

s possessive fury flared, and the air in the room se

ng. "You are so consumed by jealousy that you

corridor. The door was thrown open, not by a guard, bu

with artfully placed tears coursing down her perfectly contoured face. And resting against her collarbon

burying her face in his chest. "I was so scared. My father's

nd her, his glare fixed on me over her

to look at me. Where Salvatore

mous glare and mou

vatore said softly to Camilla. "St

and stepped out of the room,

ared into the hallway, Camill

culously dry cheek

my hand. Boss Pietro is arriving right now. H

ng a perfectly manicured fingernail

ce is nothing but a nuisance. Sign it

esigner clutch to pull

e tears had not disturbed her mascara, before snapp

cially erases you from this Syndicate," she whisper

a Russo, Penelope. Because

ack toward the door, abandoning me

reach my eyes. I knew the truth about her fragile dominion