ella

. Constantine Gallo finally shifted his hawkish gaze from me to the tremb

, his voice a low rumble that v

ss. A man's urge." He puffed out his chest slightly, a desperate, foolish attempt to salvage his pride. "But the engageme

m. My father, Marco, lunged forward, his face purple with rage, res

ather roared, his fists trembling. "You think

I said, my voice steady despite the adrenaline roaring in my ears. "I, Isabella Falcone, would

hered face. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on th

us as heir. This union is dissolved." Sean Brennan let out a choked gasp, but the Don wasn't finished. "Take hi

rieked as the Soldiers

control of your two most profitable dock berths to the Falcones. Marco, for failing to man

er murmured, bowing his h

gonizing scream. A cold, dark satisfaction bloomed in my chest. My first taste of Vendetta. Through it all, Damien Costel

the Falcone Estate closed behind us, bu

ce was on her knees, sobbing hysterically at my father's feet.

y husband took a bullet for you! He died for the Falcones! You cannot

ness. But I was no longer the naive girl who pitied the grieving widow. The memorie

oice slicing through he

nd protection," I said coldly, staring down at her. "And you and your daughter

e snapped up to look at me, and the

d of his mercy evaporated. "Get this filth out of my h

bared her teeth like a cornered rat. "You will regret this!" she shrieked, her

ruth from my nightmares. Agatha Vance wasn't just a desperate mother; she was a

in the living room shifted. My father turned slowly toward me, th