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d to Lorenzo. His desk was covered in thick law book

a single word on his notepad: *Rats*. "A rat for a rat. I n

y honor, and by extension, his. He didn't hesitate. Within the hour, my brother-the future legal shield of the Falcone family-dressed in a

but Enzo's departure

ndowless, velvet-draped VIP lounge of a subterranean speakeasy called The Alchemist, Damien "The Phantom" Costello was nursing a glass of aged whiskey. The Gallo family's

s bizarre errand to the treasonous warning I had whispered to him the night before. In that smoke-filled room, Damien realized I wasn't just a desperate girl seeking

ind to the invisible net closing a

him the perfect accomplice. After a suffocating, silent family dinner,

e iron cage in his trunk. The stench of the s

d is the courtroom, Enzo. You are the future Advisor. You can't ha

ted curve of his lips, and

hered away, coughing up blood from a Sicilian poison I hadn't seen coming. I wouldn't just humiliate Jason and Elena tonight. I would use this chaos to fe

my past life, I knew every blind spot in the estate's security. Luca and I slipped through the back gates on foot, t

ghosts. We thought

stepped out from the corner of our street. The man picked up a publi

the move," he murmur