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y new Bergdorf Goodman white suit felt like a second skin, a razor-sharp contrast to the shadows I was about to
d the in
zio, the majordomo. Decades of serving the Mel
en o'clock appointm
in nobodies," Fabrizio sneered. "Leave before I send
ne wen
out my modified phone. Fabrizio's arrogance was the perfect
urity grid was state-of-the-art, which meant it was
gh the iron bars, I watched three patrolling *Soldiers* in bespoke su
vorite aria of the Conti family's old *Don*. A calculated insult. The operatic tenor blasted at
ltoni's private, heavily encrypted terminal. I attached a thermal image of
ng, Don Meltoni. So is y
t se
abruptly cut off. The heavy iron gat
o my pocket and walked
waiting at the massive front doors. He didn't say a word, but his hand hover
e heavy oak doors
er, and expensive whiskey. A fire roared in the massive hea
t' Meltoni stoo
ed to lethal perfection, and eyes the color of a violent storm. He didn't loo
s a low, gravelly command that
t the sheer weight of his autho
the room
e weapon. His large, calloused hand clamped around my jaw, his fingers digging into my skin
red, his breath smelling of mint and dark liquor. Th
link. I let the ice in my vei
ead, even calm, "and your grand
ip on my face tightened
softly, "shall we t
into something else-a dark, calculating intrigue. A woman with nothing h
He took a single step back, his eyes rakin
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