Married To The Consigliere: The Canary's Revenge

f Xavier Falcone, the ruth

ading ciphers and fall

ole my burner phone and claim

to his territory to tell him the t

ealousy and handed me over to h

d penthouse and forced a laced gla

ter, blood soaking through my white

t deserve to b

istocratic face, mocking me as I

rstand how the man who wrote me suc

my soul? Why did he leave me

ack on the day Natalie pointed

I didn't

ne, Natalie.

contract to marry Gabriel Romano, the most

marry a true monster than eve

pte

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he true sentence was not held in my half-sister's gun; it

m coming to claim you

al woman he had been secretly writing to for six months, he would execute my si

nthouse, force a laced drink down my throat to kill our unborn child,

l of the barrel, and a tendon in my hand t

ie," I said, my voice

g her features. "You are a bastard child, Serena. You have dirty blood. Do you r

I held no s

desk, pulled out the decrypted ledgers,

"I will maintain Omertà. I will nev

ciphers I had spent months decoding for him. "You better keep your mouth shut," she hiss

at. I remembered the basement. I remembered the grit

Macallan 1926, the encryption shifts only we could know, but Natalie had already branded me a thief who had stolen the Canary's journal. His eyes had been devoid of merc

damp smell of rain faded, replaced by th

n trust fund. I want an arranged marriage far

ted her phone. A minute later, she tossed a freshly print

t," she

ever have to rely on our father, Silvio-a greedy Capo who only cared about his legitimate

her reflection in my dressing table mirror. "He is rejecting every daughter fr

f the cyphers we had passed back a

pting a coded ledger for fun. Xavier had walked past, and his gaze had fallen upon my work. He did not say a word, but a

ight," Natalie continued. "Right after he leaves the Commi

exactly what she had don

ce perfectly flat. "Never call him from that phon

na. I do not need a basta

door clicked shut behind her, severing the light from the hallway. On the desk

to shake, so I pressed them flat against

man I loved-the man who had eventually hollowed me

ert from my bank. The trus

y going to walk out of this wing, past the guards who never met my eyes. I