Chapter 89

• The dimly lit bar hummed with quiet conversation and the clinking of glasses. In a secluded corner, Claire sat across from a man whose very presence exuded danger. Pietro Morales, a mid-level Mafia operative with a reputation for getting results, leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes fixed on her as she spoke.
• “I need Rafael Castellano to feel the pressure,” Claire said, her tone calm but laced with venom. “He’s been far too comfortable playing house. It’s time he remembers where he came from.”
• Pietro smirked, swirling his glass of whiskey. “You’re asking for trouble, lady. Rafael’s not a man you corner easily.”