His Brother's Obsession, Her Mafia Throne

Vitiel

ges screamed in protest, a harsh screech that made me wince. Dust kicked up fro

e to accommodate Dante's need for a low profil

ulbs flickered twice before finally staying on, casting long, depressing

cashmere coat was draped over the armrest. The familiar,

iolent physical reaction. My stomach flipped over itself. I

muscles cramped painfully. I turned on the faucet and let the freezing tap water run over

ed my hands and slapped my own cheeks hard, the sharp stinging pai

oor shattered the quiet. The old security

the peephole. Standing under the flickering hallway light was Ma

sk. Marco didn't even offer a greeting. He simply pushed his way past me in

ed tossing Dante's personal items into it. He moved with blatant disrespect, swe

lass vase tipped over, shattering on the floor and

anted to kick them out, but I knew the rules. In the mafia hierarchy, a w

ed the framed photograph of Dante and me from our first year

and down on the edge of the frame. I locke

t belong to him," I said,

d me up and down, his eyes dripping with contempt. "St

ing his space, letting the full weight of my status as

econd under my glare. He cleared his throat, looked aw

had knocked a jewelry box off the dresser. A plain silver ban

he boss wants this place cleared out tonight. Needs to empty the wa

e a physical blow t

stopped beating for a full second. Dante's white sw

e the pockets of my trench coat, my hands ball

ce terrifyingly calm, colder

ly. He clamped his mouth shut, shoved the ring in

trash bags. He practically sprinted toward the front do

at me. "The boss ordered you to stay grounded h

door shut behind him. The impact shook the walls, sen

. Half the apartment was empty now, the bare spa

s pocket. It sat on the dusty floor. It was the ring I

d into sharp clarity. I bent down, picked up the ring

ins open. I stared out at the broken streets of Brookl

g? Dante, you will pay f