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The images from Vincenzo's tablet were burned into the back of my eyelids. I needed caffeine
ble countertops made it look more like a high-end operating room than a home. Mrs.
ee, Mrs. Gable," I s
ate porcelain cup instead of a mug. "Mr. Moretti left strict instructions before he depart
his house, Vincenzo's word dic
Gable dead in the eye, walked over to the marble sink, and tipped the cup over. The pale l
nt defiance. I set the empty cup on the counter and walked out w
eniable proof to kill the last pathetic, hopeful part of my heart. My eyes landed on the heavy, encrypted satellite
up the receiver and press
. Then, a wom
and entirely too comfortable. Giuliana Gal
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photos was one thing, but hearing them-hearing the domestic bliss of his secret family wh
my door shatter
. Downsta
the grand foyer, her sharp bob perfectly styled, her expensive sui
ith disdain. "It's a security protocol. You are co
He knew I wa
ything," I said, ke
off your pathetic family's debts. You will never get the respect of a *Mafia Queen*, so stop acting like one." She leaned in, her voice dropp
my only weakness-ignited a bli
cracked across Silvana's face. The slap echoe
ing to her rapidly reddening cheek,
my voice trembling but laced wit
in her eyes, before turning on her hee
he retaliation would be swift. I rushed to the oil painting of the Sicilian coast, pulling it aside to
cold metal dial of the safe, my
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