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

day either.”

Now Lorenzo understood.

Marcus Bennett had not only been Vivian’s mark.

He had been Vieieri’s asset.

A small arms dealer in Boston, useful until he stopped being useful.

The reward for his loyalty had been an empty road in New Jersey at three in the morning.

Lorenzo tucked the quilt around Sophia and waited until her breathing evened out.

Then continue reading …