Too Late For Regret, Mr. Underboss

. In the silence, I heard the fai

e the cold shoulder over a

his pocket, the metal clinki

uded area. I need to make

a word. I did

door clicked shut behind him, seal

shoulders slumped. I coll

ng to the low hum of the central air, which soun

self up and walked

the room at

tproof glass to keep the scent of gunpo

ed to be our

l safe in the corner

of eight years of survi

faded photo of

ly around me, glaring at the ca

omised to spend his

locked the safe, sealing

AM when I heard t

g room, loosening his tie

and something else-the faint, c

for him, sitti

he asked softly, noti

fely to her door?" I aske

s, Siena," he said, deftly si

ached down, grabbing

go to

houlder, brea

n, my legs stiff fr

yes, searching for the boy in the

done,

escending smirk pl

g a tantrum ove

alking toward the master ba

more expensive bouquet t

ove away from me, the final thr

ng married

ed dead in