Half a Lifetime Later—My Mafia Princess is Finally Mine
He crossed the room, “Fosco Bellucci is dead.”
The words hit me harder than a bullet. I blinked, my throat tightening so fast I could barely get air through it.
“What?” It came out like a breath, like maybe I’d misheard him, “No, no, that can’t—he—”
“Rino killed him,” Salvatore cut in, “Last night. He smashed his skull open with a bottle, then finished half his crew before the cops stormed in.”
I stared at him. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my teeth. I couldn't believe a single word that came out of his mouth. It didn't make any sense. Why? Why would Rino do that? He wouldn't.