“What?” I ask.

“Will Etta come after us if we order a hit on her family? You said he’s like a father to her.”

Yes, inevitably, that is what happens unless we take down their entire organization. “Don’t worry about Etta.”

“How can I not worry about her?” her voice raises an octave.

“She stands to inherit everything. While she’ll hate us for killing him, I know Etta well enough to know that she’ll be glad he’s dead.”

“Why?”

“She’s ready to take over the business. Etta isn’t ruthless enough to kill her own flesh and blood.” I hope I’m right and that she doesn’t take vengeance on us for murdering him.

He’s not an innocent man, Don Bianchi.

Etta never wanted to marry me or anyone else. It had been at Dorian’s insistence that we join ranks together, command the entire city as one faction.

I suspected that he didn’t trust that Etta could handle the task on her own and, while he was alive, wanted to bask in the wealth and glory that he could by merging our enterprises.

Except Don Rinaldi doesn’t trust Don Bianchi, and neither do I.

Alliances get betrayed. It happens every day. We’re careful who we allow inside our world. Traitors can take on various shapes and sizes.

“I hope you’re right,” Karina says, her voice soft and timid. She clears her throat, her tone much clearer and louder. “I won’t leave my son without a father.”