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stomach was pinched, and her mouth was sour and metallic

tasting.

Antonio’s black eyes swept over her, and she barely

managed to repress a shiver at how cold they were. “I wanted

to talk to you about Vincent.”

A ringing started in Cassia’s ears. She felt strangely hollow,

her head horribly light. Those words from her father’s mouth

felt like the sharp blade of a weapon. She hated Vincent

Fontano. Maybe hate wasn’t correct. She didn’t know him

well enough to have such strong emotions about him. He’d

taken her out three times in the past two months, each time to

a five-star restaurant of his choosing. She’d pretended to like

that he’d ordered for her, that he’d forced her to drink wine

and not bourbon like she’d wanted. He made stilted

conversation to hide the fact that he had no character to speak

of. He had no backbone either, and Cassia knew the terrible

things she’d heard about him and his father were all true.

Her father and Leon Fontano, Don of his family, were closer

to enemies than friends. Leon was older than her father by at

least twenty years, and he hated that Antonio had made a name

for himself—taking over territory, growing his business,

acquiring men and allies in equal number. Cassia’s father

didn’t believe in running the family the way they would have

done in the golden era of the eighties. He wanted to take their

family in a different, more legitimate direction.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t cruel. He wouldn’t hesitate to

do things most people couldn’t imagine to men who crossed

him.

“Vincent,” Cassia mumbled. “You want me to see him

again?” She knew Vincent Fontano wouldn’t have gotten

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