Chapter 72

• Adrian stood at the head of the long mahogany table, his knuckles white against its polished surface. The chandelier above cast harsh shadows across the faces of the three men seated before him—Tony, Rafe and Julian. The pillars of the American Mafia.
• "You want to tell us," Tony said slowly, his voice gravelly with decades of cigarettes and violence, "that letting the girl go to prison was a trap?"
• Adrian's jaw tightened. "That's exactly what I'm telling you."