FAZER LOGINTaryn VescariSix months after we burned Rocco Falcone’s empire to the ground at the river docks, the Commission Hall looked entirely different.The heavy mahogany walls were still the same, but the old men who used to sit behind the benches were gone—retired, buried, or stripped of their territories. In their place sat a new wave of capos who understood that the old way of running the district was dead.I stood at the center of the marble floor, dressed in a sharp black suit, my hands resting calmly over the handle of my custom piece. Beside me, Vittorio Moretti leaned back in his tall leather chair at the head of the main table, his dark eyes fixed on the ledger spread out before us. The heavy scars on his shoulder under his suit were the only remaining proof of the night Rocco tried to wipe us both off the map."The Vescari District is officially unified under the new treaty," Vittorio declared, his deep voice ringing clear off the high cei
Taryn VescariStanding on the cold concrete outside the Commission Hall with Rocco, I knew my life was about to break wide open."Rocco, you're wrong," I said, backing away from him as the streetlights flickered overhead. "There's nothing special about me."He stepped closer, his tailored suit jacket flaring open to reveal the silver handle of his piece. "Your parents gave you a gift, Taryn.""My parents dumped me in the Vescari District like trash," I snapped, my fists clenching at my sides. "I don't want a damn thing to do with them or their bloodline.""You'll change your mind once I put you through syndicate training," he said, his voice flat and full of absolute control."There has never been anything different or special about my instincts," I demanded, staring him down. "What makes you think some magic talent is going to show up now?""It wasn't awake before," Rocco said, taking another step that backed me against the stone railing. "Why do you think I sent you into the Crimson
Taryn Vescari"I learned that the Moretti Syndicate was running backroom operations with Enzo Caradonna, and they agreed to grant him full sanctuary in their territory if he put a bullet in Don Salvatore," I said, my voice echoing off the mahogany walls of the Commission Hall.The seven elders leaned in close to one another, their muted, urgent whispers rustling through the bench like dry leaves. My heart hammered against my bruised ribs until I could feel the hard pulse in my throat. If they bought this story, it meant they had traded away Don Salvatore's executioner just to get a low-level street runner like me back. A cold knot of panic tightened in my gut. I was a foundling nobody from the Vescari District with zero political weight. There was no way they'd consider my life an equal exchange for losing the man who took out the head of the Falcone family."You are absolutely certain of this, Taryn?" Don Emilio Valenti asked, his heavy grey eyebrows drawing together as his sharp gaz
Taryn VescariThe Falcone Syndicate was never known for playing by the rules, but then again, neither was the Moretti Syndicate.The only absolute certainty I had was that I was trapped directly in the crosshairs of a war much dirtier than I had bargained for. Before I told Sienna a single detail, I needed to be damn sure the story I gave her wouldn't put a target on her back. And it had to be handled in a way that kept her far away from the bloodline squabbles."Honestly, I just want to scrub that basement off my skin and collapse," I said, leaning against the counter. "Though I wouldn't say no to something solid in my stomach.""No espresso?" she teased softly, trying to lighten the heavy air in the room."I don't think caffeine is going to fix the cracks in my ribs right now, Sienna," I admitted, my voice raspy."Grilled cheese and tomato soup coming right up," she said, squeezing my arm gently. "You go get in the shower. I'll handle the kitchen."I pulled her into a tight, despera
Taryn Vescari"Rocco, I did find out something while I was locked down in that basement, but I don't have hard proof yet," I said, breaking the heavy silence in the back of the sedan.Rocco turned his head from the front passenger seat, his dark eyes fixing on me through the gap in the headrests. "What is it?""We were right about the hit on your father," I said, keeping my tone clipped and precise. "Don Salvatore was targeted by the Moretti Syndicate, and Enzo Caradonna was the one who pulled the trigger for them."Rocco's mouth thinned into a tight line. "We already knew Enzo was playing both sides of the river, Taryn.""I found out Enzo was the actual triggerman," I lied, forcing total confidence into my voice. "He wanted a high-ranking seat in the Moretti Palazzo, and executing Don Salvatore was his buy-in to prove his loyalty."If Rocco was the one who actually ordered his father's execution, he would instantly know I was feeding him bullshit. But I was handing him the perfect sc
Taryn Vescari"Taryn!" Rocco shouted, sprinting across the gravel pier to sweep me into a bone-crushing embrace that lifted my feet right off the pavement. He set me down and cupped my face with both hands, his thumbs dragging over my bruised cheekbones. "I thought I'd lost you to the Morettis forever." He pulled back, his dark eyes scanning the purple cuts across my skin. "What did those bastards do to you in that basement?"I placed my hands flat over his wrists, fighting the sudden, sickening recoil inside my stomach as I realized how wrong his hands felt on my body compared to Vittorio's dark, possessive touch. "I'm still breathing, Rocco.""I'm going to turn the Moretti Palazzo into a graveyard for this. I swear it on my father's memory," he growled."Can we just get back to the Vescari District?" I asked, my voice flat.He kissed my forehead, his lips cold against my raw skin. "Of course, sweetheart. You must be completely exhausted."Rocco wrapped a heavy arm around my waist, s







