of New York' s underworld. He doted on me, his princess, but he also showed me the steel beneath the velvet. He

a low-level associate. I found him when he was just a boy, skinny and terrified, get

ith fear. I saw him not as a brother, but as

every gift, I tightened my grip. I nurtured his dependence on me, his need for my approval. I saw the darkness in him-the paranoi

captain, saw a chance to tear his empire apart. A bloody power struggle erup

enforcers, loyal to the death, and a fortune hidden away from everyone. One by one, m

m, in front of all the remaining captains. I put my hand on his shoulder and introduced him as