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REINAThe zip ties had cut into my wrists raw.I had stopped pulling against them twenty minutes ago when I realized the chair genuinely wasn't moving and the plastic was only drawing deeper into my skin with every attempt. So I sat. Hands trembling in my lap. Eyes fixed on the floor in front of me because looking up meant seeing Elisa and I couldn't keep looking at Elisa without coming apart completely.She was on the floor near the far wall.They had brought her in fifteen minutes after Domenico had made his calls — two of his men dragging her through the door and dropping her like she weighed nothing. Her hands were bound behind her back. Her ankles tied with the same ruthless efficiency. Her face was—I squeezed my eyes shut.Her face was destroyed.Blood everywhere. Across her cheekbone, her jaw, her temple, matted dark into her blonde hair that was spread across the marble around her head like a halo. Her breathing was audible from across the room — shallow, wet, labored. Every

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REINAPaolo hadn't lowered the gun.He stood in the destroyed doorway with the weapon trained on his father and his chest heaving and his eyes burning with something I had never seen from him in two years of marriage. Something that had clearly been building for much longer than two years. Much longer than I had known him.Domenico hadn't moved either.They faced each other across the room — father and son — and the air between them was so charged and so ancient that I felt like an intruder inside it. Like I was witnessing something that had been building toward this exact moment for decades."Paolo." Domenico's voice was careful. Measured. The voice he used when he was managing something. "This isn't—""Don't." Paolo's voice cracked on the single word. "Don't you dare manage me right now. Don't do that voice. Not tonight."Domenico went still."Do you know," Paolo said quietly, "how long I have been terrified of you?"No answer."My whole life." He laughed — a hollow, devastating sou

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REINAHe was at my feet.Domenico Gravano — the most powerful, most terrifying, most consuming presence I had ever encountered in my life — was at my feet.He had hit the floor the way large things fall. Heavy and final and without grace, one hand outstretched, the other pressed uselessly against his forehead where the blood was coming from. Gushing. Dark and fast and relentless, pooling against the marble beneath him, spreading outward in a shape that kept growing.His eyes were open.They were fixed on me.He was still breathing — ragged, wet, terrible breaths that rattled somewhere deep in his chest. Blood bubbled at the corner of his mouth when he coughed. His lips moved. Just barely. Just enough."Mi—" A cough. More blood. "Mine—"His eyes closed.His hand went still.The sound that came out of me wasn't a scream. It was something that existed below screaming — something primal and formless that tore out of my chest before I could stop it, before I even understood I was making it

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REINAThe IV drip made a soft, rhythmic sound.I had been listening to it for what felt like hours. Lying on my back staring at the ceiling of a private hospital room with a needle in my arm and a hollow place inside my chest that the doctors had given a clinical name to but that felt, in the quiet of this room, like something much simpler and much harder than any medical term could hold.A miscarriage.I turned the word over in my mind the way you turn something fragile over in your hands, testing its edges, trying to understand its weight. The doctor had been kind when she told me. Gentle. She had explained that the trauma, the fall, the physical shock of everything that had happened that night had been too much. That these things sometimes happened even without such extreme circumstances. That it wasn't my fault.I hadn't cried when she told me.I wasn't sure what that meant.I wasn't sure what I felt about any of it. There was grief there, somewhere underneath everything else, but

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