Mafia's Last Surrender: A Heart Changing by Love

ndaries of his private study, where secrets h

ers of light from one desk lamp creating

governed under terror and control, hi

lowed down his throat, a continual reminder of his power and his alon

ets, his influence felt in every alley,

s in the underworld had sharpened his instincts, whic

d to be waiting for any

knock on

ce like gravel ground to smo

quiet efficiency. Bound by blood, survival, and an unwritten loyalty, Stoc

d. "We have a poorer district scenari

k. He set down his

wh

a and trying to move in. Enzo's mouth turned in a slightly co

d to icy attention. Though the DiGregorios had alwa

vocations very seriously. Iron resolve and merciless choices had help

e shockingly quiet. Clearly state that

, staring back at Dante wit

so something

d and arche

She is pa

ation bubbled under the surface. The "girl" in issue was Elena Ro

l. She had made her views about men like him well-known, a fiery

put her directly in danger rather than o

re?" ask Dante insist

of danger. Her meddling made the DiGregorios

er and writing her off as another do-gooder engaged in a fruitless strug

head; her blazing stare tormented hi

ss-twisted something inside him that felt uncomfortably

he said, pushing hi

ss, are you qui

terated, more sharply this time. Ma

he rapidly discounted. Elena was only a variable in his equation o

s fingertips together as E

ture in his carefully put on front. She stood for a

ng in him soug

in the shadows merging into the night. He stayed in the lanes, wher

nvisible, how to use terror like a weapon, and h

range, like though it murmured ques

taken place, he discovered it empty except for the

ost serene, Dante could feel the

ng for s

silence with unexpected clarity. He turned and looked

and her eyes glinted fiercely, yet she stood as ta

ravation in his

are you

d her arms and shot back. Her voice was courag

Moretti bothered about someth

w "trivial" he could create. But the fire in her eye kept

this is?" His voice low, he said, step

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this hom

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or a moment he felt the layers of his

tti felt more exposed than he h

he could see great det

you who does

uld answer. Both turned, and Dante's han

puffing and clearly experiencing

ng toward the alley. "The Di Greg

xact clearly who possessed authority in these neighborhoods to remind his opponents but

dvised, his tone

minating her eyes. Dante, you are not t

: a curiosity, a thrill, a warning. This was not a fight for dominance al

moved to follow her: chang