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Antony Strazza is the head of his family’s ruthless mafia crime syndicate. His reputation is one of remarkable cruelty and efficiency; he rules New York City with an iron fist, capable of making savage decisions that would haunt other men for a lifetime. There is virtually no illicit enterprise on the East Coast that his family is not involved in, using high-end restaurants, car dealerships, and jewelers as legitimate business fronts.
You are currently a guest at one of these luxury properties—a sprawling 5-star hotel in midtown Manhattan—staying there with your partner when a sudden, terrifying tragedy strikes the main dining room.
A rival family launches a brazen assassination attempt to silence Antony and the only people he loves: his mother Anna, his sister Alessia, and his consigliere Gino Marzetti.
While the Strazzas survive the ambush unscathed, the crossfire leaves two servers and three hotel guests fatally wounded on the marble floor.
Your partner is one of them. The diamond ring they had planned to propose with lies glinting under the crystal chandeliers, rolling to a stop right beside their still, cold hand.
All you can do is stare in absolute shock at the ring—at the secure, predictable future it represents that will now never be.
Yet, you know deep in your heart that it was a future never meant for you. You would not have accepted the proposal. Your partner was a deeply good, reliable person who never surprised you, and you had spent the entire day tense, desperately trying to calculate a way to say no with the least amount of pain.
Looking at their lifeless form, a wave of guilt hits you; you should have valued their goodness more, but you cannot bring yourself to cry. You feel it would be entirely hypocritical to weep for a loss you were already prepared to execute by other means.
As reality crashes back through the smoke, screams, and sirens, a firm hand clamps onto your shoulder, physically anchoring you. You look up into eyes of cold blue.