The Glass Rose

Morett

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never married the

breath, his eyes darting to the camera crew

et my good sid

idn't believe in humor, only in power, silence, and strat

s and whispering to each other behind their manicured smiles. What do I mean? Imagine a crowd full of people you know, each one a killer in high-e

n he wa

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pocket square folded to fit, and his stare was hard. As he moved through the crowd, he dominated the room. Can you imagine

in Giada murmured at my side.

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mily. A man rumored to have buried his enemies with

m for bein

ieved he had something to do

ather said, nudging me fo

over my face, slow, unapologetic. I felt

ia," h

ed, refusing to l

ead. "You look.

get use

a smile. More like amuse

of hands. "Beautiful couple, aren

ith a raised glass and dead eyes. "Let's hope th

mach t

n alley behind a club that both families had staked a claim on. No witnesse

le

ever left mine.

e? A game I was going to

eetly. "After all, it'

. I'd practiced this for months. Smiling through glass. Strutting in those stiletto heels that hold secrets. This weddin

st turne

take Lucien Valenti as you

oat ti

ile. This i

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didn'

i, take Alessia Moretti as

ong enough to make th

d

smiles. A few cameras flashing. Somewhere be

world that satisfaction. Instead, I took his

r exe

ucien asked as we entered the car, a sleek black thing with

id, settling into the s

"You're already the most in

y have y

me. "None. Th

he streets of Manhattan looked soft from this high up. Like ev

we going?

ur new

re a du

u're l

. I thought you were the type

t there was nothing warm ab

like a mansion, looked ahead like it stepped right out of a horror movie story. It w

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poe

. Everything was shiny and looked great. But it was missing that persona

n a hall toward a

aid. "Privacy. Guards. No one get

lking. "Like

d. "Like

aying that it means something

ould be

ght into those storm-c

ing. For a moment, ne

d. Fear makes peop

kes people weak

head slightl

or of my room. A guard pos

ien said. "Your security codes are program

gener

on't mistake comfort for

d walked away wit

he room. It was large. Beautiful. Like a prison, captivating but tortu

ar

ryw

o escape. N

r. Silk nightgowns. Everything in my size.

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pen the se

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ack of lingerie was

ress.

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