cipated-or perhaps I had been too lost in my thoughts to

en

hum of the engine. Seeing her reaction at the cemetery had been... unex

captivating. For years, I had seen her face on the front pages of Chicago's magazines, always untouchable, always ou

er made me tightened

I growled, my voice s

brow. He had been my childhood friend, my b

?" he asked, his tone casu

window. How the hell did a man like Lorenzo Russo get

knew me too well-knew that when I started thinkin

mused, his tone thoughtful. "

o idea the kind of world she had been forced into. She thought

ront of the massive iron gates of my estate. The driver

e back

holding the door open. His sharp eyes scanned th

my jacket. "Is Colton in?" I asked,

of a second before responding.

unger brother never liked staying

ng room, its high ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows casting long shadows in the dim evening light. The air

nd already shifting to t

EN

riedly, like he knew I was going to press

led, my voice

s tracks and tur

lings with his business associate," I said,

Dante replied bef

lking toward me. At that moment,

father asked softly, stepping beside me. Som

shifted uncomfortably beside me. Even though I knew Lorenzo was involved in

o give up on what I believe in," I said, trying to con

mured, knowing me too well to argue. Once

car is ready,"

my father while Dante did

head. "Be careful," he said in a low, sin

ed into the car before

s for two minutes when I h

eant to be a Mafia Don-n

my gaze on him, silently u

he gently handed me a box wrapp

inscript

Dearest

tant. "The boss asked me to give

for the box, my heart pounding.