A knock sounded at the study door."Bella?" Luca called. "Why is it taking so long to copy the security files?"His voice was as warm as ever.I pulled out the flash drive and cleared the screen. When I stood, my stomach clenched so hard that I had to brace myself against the desk."I'm done."The hallway outside was crowded with D'Angelo soldiers checking weapons and clearing guest vehicles. Luca took the drive and asked why I looked so pale.I stared at the crest on his cuff and remembered that, ten years ago, he had been the loudest voice against bringing Sofia home.Her stepfather had gambled away everything he owned, then offered her to smugglers at the old port to settle the balance. I had gone to Sicily with Papa's men, paid the debt, and brought her back to New York.She spoke almost no English, so I tutored her every day. When society women laughed at her, I taught her how to use every piece of silverware on a formal table, how to dance, and how to move through a room full of
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