The Revenge of the Underboss’s Bride
She was meant to marry the heir of New York's largest crime family, but a brutal betrayal sent her straight to the feet of his terrifying uncle instead.
Sienna thought surviving at the bottom of the Moretti crime syndicate was her hardest challenge. When the Don arranged her marriage to Julian, the charismatic young prince of the family, she believed her days of suffering were over. But Julian secretly loved her half sister. To secure his power while keeping his secret love, Julian cast Sienna aside, rejected their agreement, and forced her to take her sister place in an arranged union with Don Vincent.
Vincent Moretti is the ruthless enforcer of the family. He is a cold monster feared by every cartel and mobster in the country. Everyone expected Vincent to destroy Sienna, treating her as nothing more than a political pawn in a forced marriage.
Instead, Vincent gave her power, protection, and a crown. When Julian realizes his mistake and tries to claim Sienna back, Vincent puts a gun to his neck and delivers a cold warning. She is his wife now, and anyone who reaches for her leaves in a body bag.
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Chapter: Soft InkThe chapel was a box off the east hall I had walked past the night of the dinner without seeing. Carmine had not been a man for saints unless they were on a wall to hide a safe. DeLuca stood outside it like he might catch religion by accident. “I did not let anyone in after the wax,” he said. “Book is on the rail. Candles still breathing. It looks like a play for two people who never showed.” Alvarez went first. I went second. Vincent had to turn sideways in the door. The register was cheap. The ink was blue. My name looked like my R when I was twenty two and trying to be chosen. Julian’s name looked like itself, sure, expensive even on a poor page. Dated last year. A third line, blank, where a witness might sit. Elena, behind us, made a sound. “That is my writing on your R. I used to practice you too. Not for a farm. For invitations. I did this. I mean I did this kind of thing. I do not remember this book. I am telling you the hand before someone else does.” Alvarez l
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Chapter: A Key He ForgotDeLuca called from the compound drive at 12:05. “Kitchen door is closed,” he said. “No smell from here. Staff is out. I pulled the two boys who were sleeping in the garage. They are coughing on purpose because they are scared, not because of air. Alvarez’s people are walking the side. I have not touched a lock.” Alvarez, on the same pile, said, “No one touches a knob. If this is theater I will arrest a stove. If it is not I will not have a Moretti wife on a gas bill.” I stood in our hall with the cheap ring still not on my hand. Vincent watched my fingers as if they might betray me and pick it up. “I am not wearing it,” I said. “I know.” “I want to see the kitchen.” “No.” “I said I would not walk into it. I said I remember it. There is a difference between a step and a window from a drive.” Vincent’s mouth flattened. “A drive is how vans start.” Russo came from the study. “Compound cameras that still work show no bouquet on the inside stone. Outside stone has the c
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Chapter: The Date she did not count I did not sleep after the pot. I sat on the kitchen floor with the drowned clock dripping and counted backward to a red dress and a side door and a hand on my arm that had not asked. Vincent sat across from me with his back to the cabinet. “He wants the beginning,” I said. “He wants me on a step in the idea of that dress. He wants you in the frame as the man who stole a dinner.” “Then he does not get a step.” Vincent’s voice was rough from the hour. “He gets a house that does not perform.” “If we give him nothing he lights a drain. He said so.” “He lights what he can anyway.” Vincent looked at my hands. “Do not put a dress on for a wall.” Elena came down at first light and stopped when she saw the floor conference. “I remember the date,” she said. “I wore wine on my knuckles. I opened the door without knocking. If he wants a beginning he should ask for me. I started the walking in.” “He does not want you,” I said. “He wants the girl who dreamed a ring and got a side
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Chapter: Fish Vance met us at a federal garage because he would not take Costa into the annex cafeteria like a souvenir. He looked at the eyebrow and at us and at Alvarez and then at the floor. “You picked him up on a plank after I told you to stay on paper,” Vance said. “Paper bought fuel and a kiss on a pump,” I said. “The plank was where the paper sat down.” Costa, in a chair, smiled at Vance. “Hello, Fish.” The room went still in a way I did not like. Vance did not look at us. “Do not call me that in this garage.” “Carmine called you that in a book,” Costa said. “The girl read it. The uncle read it. You think a cardigan washed the nickname off. It does not wash.” Vincent’s voice was careful. “He said a cutout memory was sold. Five years ago. Your road.” Vance’s jaw worked. “I know the road. I used it. I did not sell it.” “Someone did,” I said. “Glasses had a pin on it. Night crews were waiting. If you want us to keep being witnesses on ridges, you need to say whether your h
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Chapter: The Dry Table My mother sat on the table with her robe wet at the hem and a look that could have cracked the plumber if he had stayed. “I am not drowned,” she said. “I am insulted. There is a difference. Someone tell the tall one to stop looking at me like a pipe.” Vincent stopped looking at her like a pipe. He looked at the window instead. The nurse was crying and talking at once. “The water came from the wall. He had a card. It said building. I thought I was saving the floor.” “You saved a floor and opened a door,” I said. “Next time the house burns a little. Do not open.” Alvarez bagged the lipstick. Same color. No surprise left in it. “He had a scar,” the nurse whispered. “Through the eyebrow. I thought of a saint. I do not know why.” Costa or a copy. The city loved copies. I took my mother’s hand. It was dry. That helped more than I wanted it to. “You will move again,” I said. “I will not. I will sit on this table until the city dries out. If they want me they can learn
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Chapter: The Card in the DirtThe hill at night was a shape. Alvarez got there first because she had started sleeping in her car like a person who had joined a family against her will. The card was already in a bag. The dirt had footprints that could have been ours from afternoon and could have been a crew with our size in mind. “No camera on this slope,” Alvarez said. “You chose a hill that does not face a crane. Pretty. Also blind.” Vincent stood over the ground as if he might ask it a question. “If I put a man here overnight I make a still of a grave. If I do not, they plant more jokes.” “Put a man in a car on the road, not on the dirt,” I said. “The dirt is his. The road is ours.” Alvarez nodded. “I already did. You can go home. You came to see a card you already saw on a phone. That is grief, not work.” She was right. I hated that. We went home. Gio met us with a hammer and a look. “Do I drive to a clinic.” “No,” Vincent said. “You sit on our roof and you listen for walking. I am done giving
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