Mariella’s POVIt had been two days since we arrived at Jose's penthouse in the neutral zone of the city, a place the De Lucas had no influence. According to Jose, the city had multiple neutral zones where gang violence from any of the Mafia families was strictly prohibited. “And what if Dante still shows up here?” I asked him, as he spun a basketball on his index finger. “It's suicide. If he does that, all the Mafia families will send in their men, the Morenis, the Escobars, everyone. He'll be dead before you know it,” he smirked. In retrospect, I now wondered why we didn't just come here instead after the shootout at the Old District. “We have four hours,” Luciano said, stoic as always. Tonight was the Gala, the long anticipated Gala Dante spoke about. He was standing by one of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the city lights. He had already showered and changed into a fresh black shirt, but he still looked tense.Suddenly, the bell rang. “Oh, that must be Pamela,” Jose sa
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