THE LITTLE GIRL SCREAMED “DON’T MARRY HER!” AT THE MAFIA BOSS’S WEDDING—AND HER ONE PHOTOGRAPH EXPOSED A DEADLY LIE

after nine years of plotting and hunting.

Vieieri smiled.

“You think killing me ends this?” he asked. “Tomorrow morning, a man in Naples wakes up and inherits everything I built. The Duca seat is already on a list. Someone else will come.”

“Maybe,” Lorenzo said. “But not you.”

Vieieri talked then because men like him always talked when they thought words continue reading …