ella
terrace tasted like victory. I watched the gilded doors of Bergdorf Goodman
e to put o
the Moretti family's Underboss, answered
minutes," I ordered, my
utfit," Rocco growled, his patience already fraying.
errupt his little meeting, and tell the Chicagoans the Moretti Don can't even leash
, a threat to the family's business and the Don's honor was a
nd me, a hulking shadow of fury, as I dropped the heavy, matte-black AmEx on the glass c
y thousand dollars. I knew Damien's phone was currently screaming with top-
's beautiful," I murmured, glancing at Rocco's murderous refle
e remained silent, his ha
my voice just enough for the surrounding Moretti shadows to hear. "Have this couriered
the receipt, our fingers brushed. A micro-USB drive slipped
d shoulders stiffened. The irritation in his eyes vanished, r
and clamping down on my
ed, dropping a
narled, his voice a low,
of me,
gging me toward the exit with terrifying force. "Professional hit. The Don wants yo
rfect. The precision, the lack of traces-it was a textbo
ing spree as a smokescreen, framing me for a hit I didn't commit, and po
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