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

Every gate closed.

Every road watched.

The perimeter doubled.

And Mrs. Bennett and her daughter were moved under direct protection in the east wing.

Tommy lifted a hand.

“Boss, is that really necessary? I mean, with respect, they’re staff.”

Lorenzo looked at him for one long beat.

“They are guests now.”

Tommy’s mouth opened, then closed.

“Of course, boss.”

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