THE LITTLE GIRL SCREAMED “DON’T MARRY HER!” AT THE MAFIA BOSS’S WEDDING—AND HER ONE PHOTOGRAPH EXPOSED A DEADLY LIE

Donna Isabella to come to the study.

Vincent stood at the window.

Donna Isabella sat in the wingback chair and waited.

“Grandmother,” Lorenzo said quietly. “I want to leave this world.”

She did not blink.

“I have been waiting for this morning since you were eight years old,” she said. “Tell me what you mean.”

He laid papers on the desk.

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