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She suddenly smashed the glass of drink on the floor, making it shattered and I sighed. Her crazy actions have begun to attract the guest's attention also. "Is this proof you wanted to kill your own brother's wife?" I asked with a calm expression on my face even though, I'm boiling from within. I don't know why I keep meeting betrayed people, especially since yesterday. First, it was my boyfriend with my best friend, and now, a sister trying to kill her blood brother's wife. "I'm out of here!" She hissed, making an attempt to leave but Fred, who hasn't said a word since the drama started stood in front of her, glaring hard at her.

“I know. They’re very notorious, from what I’ve read.” Notorious didn’t cover it. “That man you saw is part of the trafficking chain I and many other capos have been trying to break for years.” I bit the inside of my mouth to quell my anger, but nothing worked. “They deserve the worst possible penalties for everything they’ve done, for crimes like infiltrating every other syndicate to drugging, kidnapping, and raping women.” She shuddered with a look of disgust on her face. “I’m sorry you had to see that side of me, but I often lose control around fuckers like him.”

I considered it as a memory of him and always went there for solace whenever I felt overwhelmed. “When you put it that way, you make it seem like I’m doing something wrong.” I murmured as my fingers pulled out one of the bedside drawers, hoping to find what I was searching for. But all I saw there were old, dirty packs of cigarettes. Darren’s figure stood behind me, not doing anything but trying to get me to stop searching for the journal. We’d been on that issue for days, and he still refused to let it go. “Of course, it’s wrong,” he groaned. “Do you know how it feels seeing you search for the name of another man you hope to get married to?”

With a rough kick, he sent it sliding across the floor toward her. Rose knelt, unzipping the bag slowly, savoring the moment. She pulled out a bundle of bills, brought it to her face, and inhaled deeply, her eyes fluttering shut as if savoring a fine perfume. When she opened them again, they gleamed with satisfaction. "I don't know much about the girl," Rose admitted, her voice soft but deliberate. "Last night was the first time we met. But Damon…" She paused, savoring the weight of her words. "He killed some of his Capos just because they said she was bad business."

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“I didn’t have proof.” Quinn studied him. “Why this case?” For once, he hesitated. “I studied criminology,” he said. “We got a version of this case. It stuck.” It didn’t feel like the full truth. Quinn noticed, but let it go. “For now.” Damian stepped closer to the board, focus locking in again. “There’s a pattern,” he said. “Victims, locations… something connects them.” Quinn followed his gaze. “Then we find it.”

CHAPTER SEVEN DENNIS' POV The call went dead with a ting sound. I stared at the floor, shaking. What did I do to deserve everything going wrong with me? Did I kill someone in my last life? "Troubles," Dominic whispered. When I looked up, he shook his head at me with his eyes full of pity. And I badly hate to be the object of that pity now. Then he picked up his own phone from the table. I watched as his fingers moved fast across the screen, wondering what he was doing since he did not say anything.

If he wanted the ransom, he could not wreck the only thing Alessio would pay for. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and laughed once, short and mean. “Look at you,” he said. “Still giving orders tied to a chair. Still thinking you have leverage.” “I do,” I said. “You said it yourself. You want to be a wealthy man. Dead girls don’t cash checks. Hurt girls make men like Alessio stop paying and start hunting.” That landed. I saw it. Jake paced away from me, then back, restless now. The floorboards creaked. A car passed somewhere outside, far away, too far to help.

My fingers brushed along the cracked leather as I ran through the lot, stopping at one in particular. It had a jet-black cover. No title. Just the silver crest pressed into the leather, a wolf enveloped by thirteen daggers. I cautiously pulled the book from its place. A cloud of dust billowed up into the air. The weight of it alone reminded me why De Luca only touched this book when no other option remained. I stared at the black cover for a moment. I hated this book. Hated what it represented. The De Lucas of the previous generation ruled in suspicion. Through fear. Through blood. I would never turn into that.