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ed the bottom of the stairs. The basement holding cell was a tomb of

en, unrecognizable mess, but his arrogance remained intact. Julian stood just outside the ring

t, a bloody mixture of saliva and defiance landing

ace. Moretti's one good eye widened in sheer terror. He r

he damp walls. "Your mother, Caterina. Your sister, Rosa. And the forty-two t

leather straps, the chair gro

old sweat. "In this world, loyalty is a

n that one of Kirkland's Underbosses was personally overseeing the execution tonight. But as he gasped for air, his voi

ression. I simply straightened my postur

s gaze on me-heavy, assessing, and entirely too sharp. He was looking at a

replaced by the suffocating perfume and

d my youth, I sat in the velvet-lined VIP booth beside Juli

Alistair is at the Mayor's banquet until midnight," she murmured, her dark, painted lips curving into a smirk. She

le' Hobbs adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. He didn't speak to me, but the microscopic tilt of h

," Bella warned Julian, her playful demeanor vanishing into cold

y. The freezing autumn rain hammered against the roof

d in the dark, the steel of their Thompson submachine guns gleaming in the fain

in his place stood the rightful heir to the Morgan empire, radiating absolute autho

k," I looked at the giant looming behind me, "you take the front. Suppressing

arry the weight of my dead bloodline. "Tonight, we don't just save

of the rain, we forged a silent, blood-soaked pact. He pulle