No Forgiveness For The Ruthless Mafia Don

- Dr. Rossi studying my bloodwork with a grave face: hCG abnormally high, progesterone dangerously low. She had warned me

aby once everything settled. In the e

over the empty lawn

e screen. Livia followed at his heels, leaned in close, and in a voice soft as a snake's hiss insinuated that the call was

eciding with perfect confidence that Livia was right, that I was

tation, he pressed the

while a rival's hitmen closed in, step by step, on Livia's hiding place. Dante slammed on the

te stomach spasms; by the time I made it home I was vomiting blood on the floor of the foyer. And looking at tha

en. He was still

at desperate ringing for good. The faint glow went on flickering uselessly in the dark; he slammed the

s own hand; the only chance to save his

n. Dante nodded, turned to Enzo, and gave a flat, pitiless order: the glass door at the back of the house was to be bolted from the inside. And he warned everyone on the estat

I had painted on it myself. "Can I take this home?" she asked Dante, offhandedly, as though it were a souvenir. Dante barely glanc

and vanished over the crest of the hill. Enzo went in, drove the bolt

and looked down, and saw nothing at all. She would have climbed out by now, he told himself; she always climbed out.

orders, Matteo had pulled the rear gate detail and stood the pool patrol down. No family busines

ing slowly and mechanically with the current of the f

was waiting for him. I had put it there myself two nights be