The Mafia Vows of Vengeance

Matteo Costa's world, weakness got you killed. The adrenaline still thrummed in her veins as she

o said, voice calm but laced with

. "I told y

from the night's events. "The cops showing up

ssion darkening. "And I

here was a mole in Matteo's operation, this could be the perfect oppor

ded to cement her

she said, tilting her

ong moment before nodding.

his annoyance. He didn't like her, and he certain

ng th

lack car parked outside La Rosa, a high-end restaurant that

drumming her fingers against the leather armr

k at her. "You don't th

eyes. "And ye

ed the steering wheel,

staurant-Marco Esposito, one of Matteo's trusted lieutenant

"I think we've

her gaze and fr

ed. "Wat

e making his way down the street. Swaby did

ighed. "L

d through the streets until he ducked into a dimly lit bar in the South S

s breath. "If he's meet

d," Swaby

ted, then nodd

dly B

s. Marco sat at the far end, speaking in hushed tones to a man Swaby recognized-Lorenzo

close to Vincent

handing over a sealed envelope. Before they could slip away unnoticed,

shot to his

he table over as gunfire erupt

t. Swaby grabbed a knife from the bar counter, hurling it with precision- M

agging Marco to his feet. "

his arm, snarled. "You don't know

ked. "Oh,

leg, then turned and ran with Vincent, dra

y shoved Marco inside an

st of

ounge, his face pale with fear. Blood dripped from

crossed, a glass of whiskey in hi

h. "Tell me why I shouldn't put a

owed hard.

inked as the bullet lodged itself into Mar

ng his gun on the ta

-they paid me. I needed the money. But I ne

at Swaby. "What

head. "I thin

uckled. "

od, pressing the barrel of

cond c

co slumped forward, lifeles

y, then turned to Sw

problem he couldn't solve, but Matteo? He

stepped closer. "You're prov

e, unwavering.

smirked

new one thing for sure-she was deeper in