She raised her blond eyebrows curiously, wondering why her husband had called her. “We can handle them.”Ī knock sounded and Aria entered the office that was in the basement of Luca’s club, the Sphere.
“So what?” Matteo, Luca’s brother and right hand man, asked with a shrug, spinning his knife between his fingers. I can only tell you what I know about the Camorra, and it’s no good.” “I don’t, but I’m in no position to tell you what to do. “I know you don’t like the idea,” he muttered to his soldier. Another war with the Camorra would tear them apart. War between the Famiglia and the Outfit had killed enough of his men already. Now he had to make sure Falcone set his sights on Dante Cavallaro’s cities and not his own.
Luca had a fucking inkling that his next move would be an attack on either Outfit or Famiglia territory. Remo Falcone was starting to get too confident. The Camorra, however, had extended their territory far beyond Las Vegas into the east, having won over Kansas City from the Russians only recently. His Famiglia still controlled the entire length of the East Coast, from Maine to Georgia. He was perched on the edge of the wide mahogany desk as he scanned the crinkled map that showed the borders of their territory. Luca had been Capo for more than ten years, but things had never been more fucked up than they were now. Subscribe to Cora’s newsletter to find out more about her next books, bonus content and giveaways! All names, characters, businesses, events and places are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously.Ĭover design by Romantic Book Affairs Designs This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
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