DOMINIC

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Elena sat across from me, her shoulders stiff, her eyes fixed on the food she hadn’t touched. The hate in those eyes burned hotter than I’d ever seen, and it wasn’t just for me. It was for her father too. I saw it clear as day, and it hit me like a spark to dry wood. What better way to tear Vincenzo Falcone apart than to use his own daughter? She was the perfect weapon, sitting right there, hating him just as much as I did.

I leaned back in my chair, swirling the wine in ...