She Hid in the Mafia Boss’s Closet. At Dawn, He Learned She Had Been There Before.

Vincent.

Nico’s voice was low.

“He told the guards he would handle it.

They assumed Mr. Santos was expected.”

Dante watched the clip again.

Vincent Moretti, the man who had helped raise him into a weapon, had opened the door.

“Where is Vincent now?”

“Gone,” Nico said.

“His car left twenty minutes ago.”

The house seemed suddenly too large.

“Lock every exit.”

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