No Forgiveness For The Broken Capo

an empire with my husband, Lo

kneel and pin a wedding gow

apers and walk away with n

uld crown Vivian as the tr

design blueprints, he ordered his

red glass, and a searing pai

, my authentic pregnancy ul

ht it was a d

ng the price for Vivian'

eel shutters from the outside, and drove away w

floor, all while he prepared a grand pro

iet compliance m

surv

al Syndicate Gala, I calmly plugged a burn

rworld her fake silicone belly, and

pte

k the colour of fresh cream, on my husband's pregnan

ack," Silas Falcone called out, his tone a study in bored cruelty. "Refuse, and I will hav

look towar

ers guiding the needle through the heavy Duchesse s

s not a man who dea

etched into the very architecture of the city-a sile

e heat from a room, and for the past three

haute couture atelier, a silent observer

r armed men were sunk into deep chesterfie

y swirled their whiskey, a sound that cut through the quie

d dollars on the exact minute m

on the Aubusson rug, and met Lorenzo'

oom without absorbing any of it, holding none of the warmth he used

oice felt scraped raw in my throat

e to side, admiri

mb, a gesture of blatant owne

e it, Enzo?

eather oxfords making no whispe

t look at

at nothi

ts purpose,"

rame casting a shadow that seemed to drop

vide one. It is time you learned the grace of st

t, but I held my face in a careful stillness, no

, picked up the invoice folde

ars," I said. "Cu

r. A slow, cruel amusement

pulled out a thick stack of legal documents and let them

k away with nothing. You surrender your sha

two million dollars

rance payment for you

pen resting besi

page of the document

not he

let my h

up the two-mill

p, satisfying tear as

s back on the table, ri

eek bulged, a hard knot of flesh, a

ilas let out a lo

he queen," Silas sneered. "Thinks sh

he flat blackness hardenin

ed def

my quiet compliance was a thing more infuriat

his voice a low rumble that vi

n an instant. They produced heavy

y case shattering was like a

he force; they tore the crystal chandeliers from the ceiling, their fall pu

er of the room, watching three year

over the small, reinforced

s Lorenzo and I had bought in college

Lorenz

roze, lowerin

d my jaw. His fingers were like steel bands, pressing the bone

rom his pocket and sw

the syndicate you are stepping down.

the pressure so intense it blotted

ctly into the

my title," I said, my voice steady and ho

e of the shove sent my head snappi

g the video to the syndicate

said, his lip curling as he

his arm around Vivian's waist, a

They moved to the exits, thei

watched Lorenzo pause by his armored SUV to light a cigare

ieve my passport and the syndicate's design blueprints. It wa