ena

pon Chloe on the floor. He violently pries my fing

kward and struck the hard gro

ation. No one touches a Falcone.

r me, his gaze fu

ds, his voice echoing in the hallway.

n as I rise from the floor with lethal grace. I do not say a single wor

agion. Videos start surfacing on encrypted channels, featuring fifteen coerced associates and low-level drug mules on camera.

e filled with demands for my head. The riva

he caller ID disp

e this assault on my reputation?

tive tone. "I was forced to, to te

ts," he continues smoothly. "All you must do is publicl

be a great shame if this scandal were to affect your

My nails dug into my palm. A tremor of re

imply too dominant, darling. A man must do

ne wen

en, I pick up my secure line and make

Rossi's faction. Every line of credit. Every asset under hi

the line. Then: "Understood, Miss Falc

ent he feels most secure. I prepared the orders to cut off his weapons supply. I drafted the revocation of all po

my father's terrifying reputation. Wit

e stocks take a slight dip, and Commission investi

She shows off new yachts and massive diamond rings, openly prais

tors. I tell them to dig into Chloe's pas

father, Don Falcone, ca

r marriage, mia ca

I te

Good. A Falcone never re

ypted surveillance file. The contents of

, I sit in silence for a long moment. Then

days, at his own celebration gala, I will show