Chapter 10 Table Of Vipers

• The underground chamber reeked of sweat, cigars, and fear. Not Luciano’s—never his. But the others, even if they wore Armani suits and thousand-dollar shoes, couldn’t hide their nerves.
• The room was lit by a single chandelier overhead, casting long shadows across the wide mahogany table where the capos of the Morreti empire had gathered.
• Luciano took his seat at the far end. He always sat there—never at the head, never at the foot. Equal distance from power and betrayal.