The Mafia Protocol

e gravel driveway of her father's estate. A single dim light flickered above the front door, barel

. She hadn't been here in months. Not since the last screaming match with her father. H

neve

ad left her a voicemail in the middle of the night. Co

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her, but from something wrong. Lights were off in the foyer, but the study down th

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tting in her f

ma

ition. A single ring on his pinky caught the lamplight-a silver serpent wrapped around a black stone. His dark hair was sli

u?" she snapped, fea

amused. "Camilla Moretti.

ed. "Where'

ed toward her slowly, like a lion circling prey. When he finally stopped just inches

ur father owed me a great deal of money. Gamb

old. The name hi

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They were brutal, efficient, and untouchable. And Riccardo? He was the devil himself

f," Camilla whispered, backi

offee table. It landed with a soft thud, flipping open to reveal

y. "In fact, he tried to run. We found

nearly buckled

Camilla. I d

n't understand all the legal jargon, but one sentence stood

o

ay. "You can't-he had no right.

"I disagree. He signed over what he valued most. You. In

is," she hissed.

held it out to her. "You have two choices, Camilla.

he pen like it

re you out o

r that, you walk. Debt cleare

t me to live with you? Sleep

fe, yes. Anything more.

s this a sick joke?

e a mo

quiet intensity. "Don't flatter yourself, Camilla. I didn't want a brid

ehind her tears. She could run. But where? The Falcone

r was alr

t kill me?"

voice softer now, more dangerous. "I w

between them like

arts the mome

ed at the pe

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de

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, she could learn things. Secrets. Power. Maybe even a

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