ena
pon Chloe on the floor. He violently pries my fing
kward and struck the hard gro
ation. No one touches a Falcone.
r me, his gaze fu
ds, his voice echoing in the hallway.
n as I rise from the floor with lethal grace. I do not say a single wor
agion. Videos start surfacing on encrypted channels, featuring fifteen coerced associates and low-level drug mules on camera.
e filled with demands for my head. The riva
he caller ID disp
e this assault on my reputation?
tive tone. "I was forced to, to te
ts," he continues smoothly. "All you must do is publicl
be a great shame if this scandal were to affect your
My nails dug into my palm. A tremor of re
imply too dominant, darling. A man must do
ne wen
en, I pick up my secure line and make
Rossi's faction. Every line of credit. Every asset under hi
the line. Then: "Understood, Miss Falc
ent he feels most secure. I prepared the orders to cut off his weapons supply. I drafted the revocation of all po
my father's terrifying reputation. Wit
e stocks take a slight dip, and Commission investi
She shows off new yachts and massive diamond rings, openly prais
tors. I tell them to dig into Chloe's pas
father, Don Falcone, ca
r marriage, mia ca
I te
Good. A Falcone never re
ypted surveillance file. The contents of
, I sit in silence for a long moment. Then
days, at his own celebration gala, I will show
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