“Boss, the Vitiello Capos have been kneeling outside for three hours. Palms cut. Blood oaths sworn. They are begging to kiss your ring.”My assistant’s respectful voice came from behind me, filled with awe.“Should I let them in?”I didn’t move. I didn’t even turn my head.One month.In just thirty days, the map of the North American underworld had been completely redrawn.The Vitiello family, that once-untouchable name that ruled the underground, was now nothing more than a joke, a myth.I stood at the top of the city’s tallest skyscraper, wearing a custom wine-red gown.Beyond the cold, floor-to-ceiling windows, the glittering lights of the entire city bowed at my feet.“Let them keep kneeling,” I commanded, my voice flat. “Until they fully understand who makes the rules in the underworld now.”“Yes, Boss.” My assistant immediately bowed and retreated.The sharp click of approaching heels.My mother came over with two glasses of expensive champagne and handed one to me.“Well done, d
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