Chapter 99

• The opulent hotel suite was dimly lit, its heavy curtains drawn to keep prying eyes out. Claire sat at the center of it all, perched on a velvet armchair, sipping a glass of red wine. Her perfectly manicured fingers tapped against the stem of the glass as she listened to the man across from her.
• Pietro Morales, a mid-level Mafia operative known for his ruthlessness, leaned against the marble bar. He was a man who had seen enough chaos to recognize when someone was on the brink of causing more. And Claire Castellano, with her cool demeanor and simmering fury, was exactly that.
• “You’re obsessed,” Pietro said, his tone flat but laced with curiosity. “Rafael walked away years ago. Why not let it go?”