When the Mafia's Hacker Wife Strikes
And standing before me was my husband, Raphael Falcone, ready to clear the murderer's name.
"Tell me why," A scream clawed at my throat, but I fought it down, "You know damn well who the murderer is."
"Catherine, control yourself."
It was Luca Vizzini, my childhood friend, who tied my hands.
"Salvatore's gone, but you still have us. You're still Mrs. Falcone, still the Principessa of the Leone family."
"The Leones have looked after Chiara for years. You know her father is all she has."