THE WAITRESS’S NECKLACE MADE THE MAFIA GRANDMOTHER COLLAPSE IN TEARS — AND EXPOSED A LOST HEIR EVERYONE THOUGHT WAS DEAD

holstered the weapon and walked to Elena. He took in the blood on her camisole, the gun steady in her hands, the locket resting at her chest.

Pride burned in his eyes.

“You survived.”

“They brought a hammer to a gunfight,” Dante said coldly.

Alessandro touched the silver weeping willow locket.

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