Chapter 4

Matteo Vescari was waiting in the alley behind Saint Jude’s Chapel, leaning against the polished hood of a black sedan.

His suit was immaculate, but the way his hands stayed shoved deep in his pockets told me everything.

He was twenty-two, Capo Rocco’s nephew, and the closest thing the Vescaris had to an obedient heir. He was carrying the weight of a blood feud he hadn't started.

When the heavy oak doors creaked open, Sofia didn't look back at me or Elena. She walked straight down the stone steps toward him.

"Sofia, wait," I called out, taking a fast step…