THE MAFIA BOSS SLAPPED A SHY WAITRESS OVER A STOLEN WATCH — THEN SHE CALLED HER FATHER AND HE REALIZED HE HAD HIT THE WRONG GIRL

six months.”

Richard Valenti went rigid.

“Boss,” Ricky whispered, barely audible.

Dominic’s mind scrambled.

East Coast ports.

Shipping tariffs.

The invisible hand controlling criminal supply lines from Miami to Montreal.

His father had spoken once of such a man, quietly, after too much bourbon. Not as a partner. Not as a rival.

As a force of nature.

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