Valentina De Luca
It's surreal to realize that my own father has painted me as a traitor—not only to the Vitale family in his pursuit of power, but to Cosa Nostra itself, which he handed over to the enemy.
And that crime is unforgivable.
I would probably die.
And the man standing in front of me would be my executioner.
“Want to tell me something?”
Lorenzo pushes deeper into my clouded thoughts and notices that I know something.
Just when I think I won't have an answer, the familiar static crackles in my ear, followed by my mentor's voice.
“We found her, Phoenix. We know where Hades is.”
I simply smile.
As if the barrier has finally been broken.
And in truth, it has.
I no longer need to retreat.
I no longer need silence with the man standing before me.
A matter of fairness.
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