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t a criminal empire for
was supposed
photo showed Dante wearing a wedding band. The message
act replica of the one in the photo. The engraving "DI" didn't stand
nd that I was nothing more than a shi
eet-looking bed photos, e
find out just how d
to Isabella's fiancé, a man f
with a man in a hotel suite,
pte
ina's
t harbored an infuriating truth: my seven-year love story was a lie, and
been the shadow behin
e like a phantom haunting the city's underworld, a figure wh
the legitimate front of Gallo Imports-an achieveme
ategist behind his every move, and the unofficial consiglie
rable in every
, he final
e an afterthought, with the ceremony set for the Feast of the Assumption.
message was nev
gital bomb that obliterated the li
tomorrow morning.
, unmistakably Dante's. I recognized the rin
o my finger. It was exactly the same as the one in the photo, just a s
ante
and Is
ne. His childh
olt of lightning, knockin
ella was about to marry into another family. And marrying me
onvenient cover-up for
help but la
f his coat. He saw me standing in the dark, my fac
wrong?"
e I had seen this morning was gone, replaced
. "Don't be dramatic, Sera." He walked towar
ise movement. I held up the phone, sh
and the ring, the color drained from his face. Then, just as quickly,
flat, betraying none of the agonizing
s coldness melting into
alized this w
n years we shared stretching betw
l. The door slammed shut behind him, the sound
ghts for a long time. Then, with steady steps, I walked into the kitchen. I
izzle, the rich aroma filling the air. I wa
o enjoy a great meal t
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