The soft notes of a cello filled the vast, quiet space. I was enjoying a private performance

arefully after the chaos. After

en. My half-brother, Caleb Jones, the new Don of t

voice a little too lou

, burying his face in my hair. He was a g

ssed

e tension in his grip. It wasn' t br

busy,

a party tonight. A welcome-home

d disguised as a plea. Ethan. The name wa

k look, possessive and ugly, crossed his face

ou at ten," he said, kissin

s abruptly as he had arrived. The elevator door

ared at my side a few mom

ng slightly. "Mr. Jones's men... they too

nt. I knew. Caleb' s jealousy was a

at the city that was s

out, Maria. And

to pay to keep the king on hi