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e words, but I saw Siena's lips moving close to his ear. Her hand stroked his hair. Then Leo looked up at her, his small face serious, and nodded. Siena smiled-a cold

wn my spine. I turned away

n the shower, the roar of the water a curtai

the boss of the extraction agency

fake death would happen in exactly two weeks, and

ter spiral down the drain. I needed to

ook a standard sedan from the garage. I drove alone to the remote

nd the wind found the seams of my co

ble headstone bearing my mother's

her dying wish-she had begged me to survive the mafia world, pleading with m

ood they had taken from me to keep Siena alive. I told her about Cassio.

ires on gravel

ng toward me, flanked by a heavy escort of Falcone Soldie

arge bouquet of red roses against he

bowed her head, and feigned innocent respec

d most. The very flower Siena's mother

thread snapp

ena's hands, sending the red petals to scatter acro

suicide!" I accused fiercely. "Ge

epping between us and pullin

voice to command me to calm down. He echoed th

he stated firmly. "She has suffered

ground as the sky opened up, and h

no longer in the graveyard but back in the subterranean holding cell. Siena was locking

d. I covered my ears and squeezed my eyes shut,

anic, and the c

na to close the distance between us. He pulled me

fierce whisper against my ear. "I'm takin