THE WAITRESS’S NECKLACE MADE THE MAFIA GRANDMOTHER COLLAPSE IN TEARS — AND EXPOSED A LOST HEIR EVERYONE THOUGHT WAS DEAD

the marble steps.

If Alessandro was the king, this man was his executioner.

Dante Corvino was taller than Alessandro, lean and heavily muscled in a black suit. His hair was jet black, swept back from a sharp face cut by a jagged scar from cheekbone to jaw. But his eyes stopped Elena cold.

Pale gray.

Icy.

Almost empty.

“Is the perimeter secure?” Alessandro continue reading …