na

the hushed interior

black card into the unl

h of cash-the untraceable bills from the ne

vet box with trembling hands, his e

he airless penth

t, bringing the scent of gunp

asure of amber drink and cas

to buy it because Isabella neede

s," I asked, my voice a low thread

n on the marble counter, th

me mater

y, claiming I only cared about money whil

f the man I loved had carv

uestioning what my sacrifices-my blo

y defiance, taking a t

ting like a spoiled

himself in the guest wing, the

kitchen, feeling nothing

one vibrated

ed message from t

w was scheduled for

emerged and acted like

attend a high-s

assive money-laundering vic

s that felt more li

ilded VIP room of t

gar smoke, Underbosses, Cap

in held high, and

the center of the room,

ond necklace that dwarfed the Vitiello

ssioned a new, obscenely

acting as the

d softly instructed the Capos

her with respect, and the

ture perfectly straight, refus

er for oversteppi

sband," I murmured, my words meant onl

eyes instantly filled w

ck, looking t

us, his face a chill

authority in f

cal, his voice cutti

sabella, right there in fron

dead silent, waitin

or, the man who had just strippe

used

id finger toward th

my sight,"

gged gasp. I did not pause, but reached for the heavy revolving door. The soft

of the banquet bleeding through the walls, I made a decision. I would attend

his vault. And I knew exactly whos