"That's right, Seraphina. They say that when Ciro Marchetti merely wandered in here by accident, the Don executed him on the spot and it sparked a war between the Castellanos and the Valentes. Barging in like this... isn't it a bit reckless?"
"Reckless? I am the only woman in the entire underworld worthy of the Don's attention. He would never blame me."
Listening to the noise outside, I frowned. A cold sense of dread settled in my chest.
Dominic guarded me and the child with obsessive devotion.
After the incident where someone had accidentally touched my belly, he had dismissed every last soul from the Forbidden Wing. Every servant. Every guard. Every living thing that breathed.
Proud and untamable as he was, he came here himself each day to care for me. The most dangerous man in the underworld, spooning broth and adjusting blankets with hands that had ended dynasties.
Ciro Marchetti had once been an honored guest, on friendly terms with the Don himself. A man who raised his glass to Dominic across the room like they were brothers.