The council hall fell into a heavy silence.Luca stood in the center like he owned the room, blood dripping from his split lip, his shirt wrinkled and stained from the fight. But his eyes were sharp.“Dante Moretti,” Luca announced, turning slowly so every council member saw his face, “is not worthy to sit on that seat. He conspired with his limping sister”—he pointed straight at Bella—“to kill Don Vittorio.”A few of the capos gasped. Someone whispered, “Madonna santa…”Dante felt his stomach drop.This was his worst fear. The moment Luca had dangled over his head for months. He looked at Bella, who stood a few steps behind him.She didn’t move or blink. Dante couldn’t tell if she was shocked or...Luca smirked, seeing Dante’s reaction. “Yes,” he continued, raising his voice, “he and Bella planned it together. He sent her to Vittorio’s room that night with a syringe. I have the proof. And as of tonight? Copies have alre
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