Marry Mafia King or My Fifth Fiancés Dies
“It's a history section, of sorts. The Master believes a man should understand where he came from. Even the ugly parts. Especially the ugly parts.”
I paused in front of a shelf near the fireplace, my eyes catching on a title that made my pulse stumble.
[The Crimson Syndicate: A Study in Blood and Loyalty.]
I pulled it free before I'd even fully decided to, the leather cool and slightly cracked beneath my fingers. I opened it carefully, and the pages fell open somewhere near the middle, worn soft from repeated reading, as though someone had returned to this particular section again and again.
There was a photograph tucked between the pages, black and white, its edges gone soft with age.