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Don Hunter Falcone and Lucia Rossi th

ght eye twitches, and he rubs the back of his neck until the skin tu

me, and he is

mutters, grabbing his jacket

ing my gaze and reeking of ch

ngs. It is the local hospital-Silas too

n a gurney, shivering under a thin blanket.

possibilities: a botched me

ing a weak smile through his chattering teet

turn around and wal

I open an encrypted message from my father's Enfo

o hours before his little swim. They are kissing passi

e a cold knife, and the cold thing that had take

ck reply to

the entire Commission sees what k

king, backless black silk gown. The fabric clings to my curves like liquid shadow. As

oached, hands went to holsters, then froze as they recognized my face. The fear of my father, the Moretti Underboss, was a more

s of syndicate elites stop talking, staring at m

dares to show her f

ooks like the devil himself. He walks toward me, his dark eyes sweeping over my

ilas over your rightful p

my arm, and strike him squarely across the jaw. The sharp metal clasp o

ously. He grabs my wrist in a vice grip and drags me down the hallway. He kicks the door

the blood from his jaw and stepping closer. "I

r, looking him d

ut Silas and Luci

low, arrogant smile s

. Your judgment i

falls evenly as I

Hunter, I would never stoo

edo. The heel of my shoe paused for a half-second on the marble, then crossed th

I am the one wh

ile vanished fr

me, he slammed his fist against the wall be

barely a whisper. "And I have been waiting