Isabella’s POVNew York City. Manhattan.The city's neon lights still flickered, a tireless monster devouring everyone's desires.Our car stopped under the Brooklyn Bridge."Isabella, the road ahead is blocked," Sofia said, her expression grim as she looked out the window. "It's Vitale's men. They've set up a checkpoint on the only road to the Commission headquarters."Through the window, I saw men in black trench coats standing in the rain, holding submachine guns, checking every car."They don't want me to testify," I said coldly.If I was a no-show, they could pin everything on me, paint Lorenzo as a fool, and save the Vitale family's honor.A neat little plan."Should we ram through?" Mama R's fingers tapped the steering wheel, her eyes sharp as a hawk's."No."I put my hand on hers."That would just prove their point. We're witnesses, not thugs."I took out my phone and dialed a number I hadn't used in years.It was the last card Nonna had left me—an old, retired Godmother who was
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