THE LITTLE GIRL ASKED TO SIT WITH A STRANGER—BUT HER MOTHER NEVER EXPECTED THE MAFIA BOSS TO RECOGNIZE HER FACE

Riley on his right.

Joey Donnelly, the family’s legal counsel, in the middle.

Eli Fontaine at the far end, gray at the temples, sixty-one years old, the only man in the room who had served Damen’s father and lived long enough to tell the truth when everyone else preferred comfort.

Damen stood at the head of the table.

“Twelve months,” he said. “By the continue reading …