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mpness of my family's estate. I held a swatch of navy blue cashmere against Luca's small shoulders. He l

ories. I knew exactly what had transpired last night in the stuffy, over-decorated living room of

gleefully suggested using Luca as a hostage to keep me obedient. And Leo? He had sat there, indifferent to my existence, caring only about claiming my father's Brooklyn docks to

I had to st

bridge in Brooklyn, the Gallos were throwing a lavish party at their Social Club. They had gathered their S

wo small boxes. For Leo, a Bible and silver cutlery engraved with the words *Loyalty* and *Humility*. For Angelica, a heavy antique book

lently chimed as the heavy glass door was shoved open. The r

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quiet of the shop. I turned slowl

ushed with a manic, humiliated rage. Angelica Russo hovered just behin

ix-year-old brother stepped forward, spreading his small arms wi

between us in three long strides, his hand shooting ou

t bordered on madness. "You think you're clever? You think you can spread your

the eyes of the man who had once planned to destroy my fam