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I met Rocco at a Falcone-owned strip club.That night, I stood backstage and suddenly realized I couldn't stand the thought of another greasy man putting his hands on me.But the manager didn't see it that way. He raised his whip at me.Rocco caught his wrist before it came down."Do you want to come with me?" he asked. "I can get you out of here."Who turned down the Falcone heir? He had money, power, and a face that made women forget their own names.He pulled me out of the life I had been drowning in and gave me a way to survive without selling my body.He taught me to shoot, hired expert hackers to train me, and showed me how to negotiate with men who smiled while they planned to bury you.He ignored where I came from and eventually made me the family’s godmother—the woman who managed its operations.I gave him everything I had.Chicago's underground knew my name because I earned it.Ten years later, Rocco decided I was less useful than an MBA with a polished resume. He had used th

Vincenzo crossed the ruined hall and dropped to one knee beside me.He pulled an epinephrine auto-injector from the emergency kit one of his men had brought and pressed it against my thigh.The medication burned as it entered my system.Slowly, painfully, I managed to draw a fuller breath.He wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth with his thumb.His touch was careful. It felt wrong coming from a man Chicago called a butcher."Sorry I was late,"he said.I looked into his eyes.Rocco had spent ten years treating me as if I belonged to him. Vincenzo looked at me as if I had a choice.Behind him, Rocco dragged himself out from the broken stone and raised his gun."The Santoro family storms into my territory with guns?"Rocco shouted. "You're declaring war!"Vincenzo stayed beside me. His hand remained under my elbow when my legs gave out.He snapped his fingers.The hall filled with the metallic clicks of rifles being readied."Rocco,"Vincenzo said, rising to his feet. "Look around."

"No! That isn't what happened! This is normal volatility from financial leverage!"Claire crumpled onto the floor, landing among the shattered glass.Dust covered her Chanel suit.Her polished executive act had vanished."Volatility, my ass."The Russian slammed his gun into her face.Blood poured from Claire's nose.She screamed and rolled across the floor, both hands over her face."Stop!"Rocco pulled his pistol and aimed it at the Russian. "You're on my property!""My property?" The Russian laughed.A dozen submachine guns rose around the room.Rocco stood frozen, his pistol still raised."Without Sofia holding your family together, what are the Falcones worth?"the Russian asked. "Three days. You bring me thirty million dollars, or you bring me your head."The buyers walked out, stepping over broken furniture and glass.On the projection, Rocco sank into his chair.Claire crawled to him, blood streaking down her mouth."Rocco, the system had an issue. My model is sound. You have to

That night, after Rocco signed the mortgage contract, I had Vincenzo's men deliver a huge gift box to the Falcone estate.It stood in the center of the living room, nearly as tall as a man.Rocco sat near the bar with a bottle in his hand.Claire curled up on the sofa, one hand over her stomach as tears ran down her face.She kept looking at Rocco, waiting for him to soften."What is this?" Rocco asked, staring at the box.The guard gave him no answer. He pulled the ribbon loose.The box tipped over.A woman rolled out across the floor, tied up with rope and covered in bruises.Rocco's glass slipped from his hand and shattered."Lily?" His voice cracked. "You were paralyzed in a hospital."Claire sprang off the sofa.The color drained from her face. She rushed toward Lily, her hand raised."Shut up!" Claire screamed. "You worthless bitch, don't say a word!"Lily recoiled from her. Her face crumpled as she looked at Rocco."Boss Rocco, please!" she cried. "Spare me! Claire made me do it!