ella
beside me like a shadow of death, his mere presence paralyzing the Capo. Leo swallow
ear-old brother. "The little bastard was spreading lies about Angel
e sighed, playing the voice of reason. "Don't escalate a simple misunderstanding
out from behind my skirt. His lip was bleeding, and his small suit was covered
icured courtyard. He didn't cry. He stood tall, his dark eyes b
In our world, taking a dispute to Don Luciano meant a death sentence for wh
led up to the wrought-iron gates. Giovanni Valenti, the Moretti family *Consigliere*, stepped out. He leaned heavily on
d to ice. The Elder's presence
ard. "Speak," the old man commanded, his
bad things about Miss Angelica. And when Mr. Gallo came, I
ze to Leo Gallo. The Capo looked as if h
vanni said, his tone polite but laced with lethal warning. "If you
would shatter. He lowered his head, utterly humilia
nreadable look-a silent acknowledgment of m
to leave, my eyes caught the torn fabric of Luca's jacket and the scraped, bleeding skin on
teps. I blocked their path, my *stilet
tch?" Leo snarled, though he i
ulder, then locked my eyes on Leo's tailored sui
ve wool jacket and bit deep into the flesh of his shoulder-the
, my voice colder than the Octo
with shock and pain. He couldn't comprehend that
r it," Leo hissed, stumbling away and l
em plot. Let them rage. They had touched my blood, and I
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