s she walked down the dim hallway of Dominic Russo' s water

years, building his empire in Po

r, his strategist, the woman

age, a shared throne, on

another "consolidation

e heavy oak door slightly

onfident, was a sound she knew

while I built this," Dominic was saying, a dismiss

one of his lieuten

ith Chloe Miller is

es from the doorknob. Ch

ed, a cold, un

terling needs to see a legitimate fa

ped, but she h

She' s a good tool, a damn effective one, but she' s

h hitched

ices... they were for the business. Sh

ly Marco, piped up, "But boss

he' s my girl, sure, but marriage? To someone who knows where all the bodies are buried,

is words like s

ime for a new chapter, a more ref

her worth after a decade of unwavering devotion,

e this, of 'them against the world,' of a future w

n his word, crumbl

een her core, her defi

lued every risk she' d taken, every command she' d f

eady to be discarded for a shinie

tarting deep inside, burni

she was j

sharp a tool could be when it