Blood in the marble

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liked

t here I am, back in La Velluto, my father's favorite haunt, seated at his old tabl

, and the lights stay dim for the same re

ty I never asked for. "Sorrentinos moved south.

we answer," I say,

hen she

girl.

g no one else is allowed to know. Her hips sway slow, deliberate. Her eyes flick

he fin

ent, everythi

ts fly quieter

lin

men like me unless they want

ed a man alive in a suit worth more than my apartment. Killed a rival w

atchin

is eyes. But I do. And I let them hold

afraid o

ere to g

haunt what's al