Black Suit and Broken Oath
Alessandra Marino, 35, runs New York's most powerful criminal organization from a penthouse forty-two floors above a city she owns. She has built this empire with one purpose: to avenge her father Vittorio, murdered seventeen years ago in a warehouse on Fifth Street when Alessandra was eighteen. She has a scar above her heart from that night — a knife meant for him. She has never once questioned the direction of her war.
The night she executes a traitor named Theron, she receives a call from an unknown woman who claims to know why Vittorio really died. The woman is Giuliana Torelli — daughter of the man who pulled the trigger, made to watch as a fourteen-year-old, carrying the truth for seventeen years while waiting for someone ready to hear it.
What Giuliana reveals dismantles everything Alessandra believed: Vittorio wasn't killed for his power. He was killed because he was going to go federal — because his wife was pregnant with a second child and he wanted to run, to be ordinary, to give his family a life outside the empire. Thomas Accardi, the man who married Alessandra's mother after Vittorio's death, was the architect of the murder. And Accardi has always known about the second child. Her name is Mara. She is twenty-eight years old, living in Williamsburg, and completely unaware that her entire life is a lie — or that Accardi has just wired a hundred thousand dollars to a fixer named James Sullivan.
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: THE OATHAlexandra does not move for a long time.She stands in the middle of the conference room on the forty-first floor, looking at the phone screen, at Francesco's face on it, and does not move or speak, and the stillness of her is not the stillness of someone calm. It is the stillness of someone who is holding something enormous inside themselves and has not yet decided what to do with it.Nadia keeps her weapon on Ruiz.Ruiz waits. He is good at waiting. That much is clear. He has the patience of a man who has spent decades playing games measured in years rather than minutes and he is content to let this moment breathe because he believes he controls the outcome of it.He is wrong about that."How long?" Alexandra asks. She is still looking at the screen.Ruiz understands the question. "Francesco came to me eight months ago. Not willingly. I had something he wanted to protect. A debt from before your time as head of this organization. Something your father knew about and chose to look pa
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO : USING THE ENEMYThe forty-first floor is so quiet unlike how it used to be. The elevator opens onto a passageway that smells like freshly printed money, this particular silence of places where important decisions are made and then buried. The carpet is thick and dark. The lighting is low. There are no windows in the room, only closed doors on both sides, each one numbered in small gold letters.Alexandra leads them, and Nadia follows.4113. 4114. 4115.They move without speaking. Their footsteps make no sound on the thick carpet. Nadia has her hand near the unregistered weapon and she is aware of every door they pass, every camera mounted at each end of the hallway, two visible, which means at least four, and the key card warm in Alexandra's hand.4116. 4117.Alexandra stops and listens and then puts one hand flat against the door the way you press your hand against a thing to feel whether it is dangerous before you open it.She uses the key card.The lock clicks softly. The door opens.The room is
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: THE GHOSTThe reply comes eleven minutes later.A second text from the same unknown number. This time not four words. This time an address, a floor number, and a time.The address is Ruiz Tower.The floor is the forty-first.The time is eleven one hour before the meeting Nadia told Carr about. One hour before Ruiz expects them."She wants to meet us before we go in," Francesco says."She wants to give us something before we go in," Alexandra says. "Information. Access. Something we need that she has been holding for a very long time." She sets the phone down. "The ledger is in that building. She knows exactly where. She is the only person alive who does.""It could be a trap," Nadia says."Everything about today is a trap," Alexandra says. "The question is who is doing the trapping."They move at ten.Marco stays behind. He argues about this, and Alexandra ends the argument in one sentence, spoken quietly, with the weight of someone who has made a decision and will not unmake it. He sits back d
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY : THE WOMAN IN THE PHOTOGRAPH.Nadia makes the call at eight in the morning.She stands outside the safe house in the cold air with the unregistered gun in her waistband and her service weapon on her hip and she calls Vincent Carr's personal cell number, the one that field agents are not supposed to have but that she copied from the duty roster two years ago because Nadia has always believed in knowing the numbers of the people who might one day try to kill her.He answers on the second ring."Vasquez." He sounds relieved. He sounds like a man who has been worried and is now less worried and that performance alone — the practiced warmth of it makes her face squeeze. "Where are you? We've been trying to reach you since last night. There was an incident at the coffee shop on Chambers, witnesses reported shots fired, we thought""I'm okay," she says. She keeps her voice tired. Shaken. Not hard to do. "I was there. I got out. But I have Marino, Carr. I have her."A beat of silence."You have Alexandra Marino in custody
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Chapter: CHAPTER NINETEEN : FIREShe doesn't run because running draws attention and right now attention is the one thing Nadia cannot afford. She walks to the end of the block and turns the corner and stands in the shadow of a building entrance and watches.The alarm is still screaming inside Raymond's house.Nobody comes out.She waits ninety seconds. Two minutes. The alarm stops. No fire trucks. No smoke. No sound at all from the house now.She gets her phone out. Dials Raymond.It rings four times, then five, six, and then voicemail.She dials again. Voicemail again. She stands on the cold pavement in the early morning light and the ordinary world moves around her a woman walking a dog, a delivery truck turning slowly at the far end of the street, a man in a suit checking his watch and none of them know that something has just happened in that small house with the precise flower beds and she doesn't know yet either but she knows.She has been in this work long enough to know.She walks back to where she parked, g
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Chapter: CHAPTER EIGHTEEN : ABOVE THE LAWNadia leaves before sunrise.She tells Alexandra she needs one hour. Alexandra tells her she has forty-five minutes. That is how their relationship works now — measured in minutes and degrees of trust that neither of them has fully given and neither has fully withheld.The address Nadia goes to is in Astoria. A small house on a quiet street with a garden that has been kept up better than the house itself, flower beds precise and tended in a way that suggests a person who needs one area of their life to be completely under control. She has been to this house four times in seven years. Each time it was because she had nowhere else to go.She rings the bell at 5:47 AM.The door opens faster than it should, which means he was already awake, which means some part of him was already expecting something like this.Raymond Holt is sixty-three years old and retired from the Bureau after thirty-one years and he has the kind of face that has absorbed so much information over so many decades that
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