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Taryn Vescari"Rocco, I did find out something while I was locked down in that basement, but I don't have hard proof yet," I said, breaking the heavy silence in the back of the sedan.Rocco turned his head from the front passenger seat, his dark eyes fixing on me through the gap in the headrests. "What is it?""We were right about the hit on your father," I said, keeping my tone clipped and precise. "Don Salvatore was targeted by the Moretti Syndicate, and Enzo Caradonna was the one who pulled the trigger for them."Rocco's mouth thinned into a tight line. "We already knew Enzo was playing both sides of the river, Taryn.""I found out Enzo was the actual triggerman," I lied, forcing total confidence into my voice. "He wanted a high-ranking seat in the Moretti Palazzo, and executing Don Salvatore was his buy-in to prove his loyalty."If Rocco was the one who actually ordered his father's execution, he would instantly know I was feeding him bullshit. But I was handing him the perfect sc

Taryn Vescari"I learned that the Moretti Syndicate was running backroom operations with Enzo Caradonna, and they agreed to grant him full sanctuary in their territory if he put a bullet in Don Salvatore," I said, my voice echoing off the mahogany walls of the Commission Hall.The seven elders leaned in close to one another, their muted, urgent whispers rustling through the bench like dry leaves. My heart hammered against my bruised ribs until I could feel the hard pulse in my throat. If they bought this story, it meant they had traded away Don Salvatore's executioner just to get a low-level street runner like me back. A cold knot of panic tightened in my gut. I was a foundling nobody from the Vescari District with zero political weight. There was no way they'd consider my life an equal exchange for losing the man who took out the head of the Falcone family."You are absolutely certain of this, Taryn?" Don Emilio Valenti asked, his heavy grey eyebrows drawing together as his sharp gaz

Taryn VescariSix months after we burned Rocco Falcone’s empire to the ground at the river docks, the Commission Hall looked entirely different.The heavy mahogany walls were still the same, but the old men who used to sit behind the benches were gone—retired, buried, or stripped of their territories. In their place sat a new wave of capos who understood that the old way of running the district was dead.I stood at the center of the marble floor, dressed in a sharp black suit, my hands resting calmly over the handle of my custom piece. Beside me, Vittorio Moretti leaned back in his tall leather chair at the head of the main table, his dark eyes fixed on the ledger spread out before us. The heavy scars on his shoulder under his suit were the only remaining proof of the night Rocco tried to wipe us both off the map."The Vescari District is officially unified under the new treaty," Vittorio declared, his deep voice ringing clear off the high cei