I'd been with Vincent Maro for seven years. No title. No public acknowledgment.Everyone in the Chicago mob knew the Maro family had a woman named Elena who could handle anything, carry anything. Nobody could say exactly what I was — not a wife, not a mistress, not a consigliere, not a hitter.Vincent's definition was simpler than all of that: I fixed things for him.In seven years I'd fixed his political rivals, fixed the manslaughter case his brother caught at a casino, fixed every woman who thought she could go to the press.This time what he wanted me to fix was a man who was pestering his new girl, Sofia.Sofia was the daughter of the Maro family's biggest creditor. Vincent had brought her in and set her up beside him. Stripped down, it was a transaction — a debt that couldn't be paid back in cash, so it got paid in a daughter, in affection.Last month, at the Five Families' alliance dinner, the heir to the East Coast Caruso family asked Sofia, in front of everyone, if she'd like
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