Isabella

I stared straight ahead, seeing the reflection of my family as the elevator whisked us up to the capo dei capi’s apartment in the Kansas City skyline. This was a formal event. My father and little brother were both wearing suits, and my sister, Noemi, Mom, and I were all wearing dresses. Nothing but the best for the kingpin of the Kansas City Famiglia.

Biting my lip, I felt my stomach twist with nerves. Tension rippled through the air even thicker than it had in the ...