The Phantom Heiress: The Underboss's Obsession

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olished concrete floor of my quarters, the

' was

stared at the glittering shards, but the scent of the spilled liquor su

arving, driven by a foolish, nascent bond to let 'Eight', the weakest of us, win the daily bare-knuc

water of the Cistern for two days and two nights. His spirit broke in that dark water. It was the day Silas carved hi

ive', the smiling snake; 'Seven', the cold tactician; and me. 'Nine'. The C

wall buzzed, glowing with

f dark marble and bare concrete, dominated by a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the stormy sea of

ree'. Instead, he slid a thick mani

of inflection. "Inside is your new life. You are now Seraphina Russo, th

h my mind raced. "New York, Don Silas

er and placed a custom Browning M1910 pistol on top of the file. The metal gleamed under the

e me from the board now, when the throne was within reach? Was I being discard

Don Si

well that ran parallel to his office. I didn't descend right away. The acoustics of this concrete shaft were

darkness, my hand gripping th

d the soft hum of a hidde

voice echoed, c

kind that only belonged to the

ed. "Follow her to New York. Protect her wit

th. A shadow?

steps of Silas's But

one of dark amusement. "Once her transport departs tonight, inform the others

irs, Don Silas?" the

raight to my marrow. "The viper will be safe in the grass, waiting to strike. Let us

monsters on each other, while sending me into the heart of the American Cosa Nostra as