Chapter 4

Corrado

The encrypted monitor cast blue light across Corrado's face as he stared at the alert.

Family Exit Request — Authorized.

His jaw tightened. No one simply resigned from the Family. A clean exit required the highest clearance—and his signature.

Unease settled in his gut.

He reached for the mouse to reveal the operative's name.

Before he could click, the office doors swung open.

Alba rushed in, heels striking the marble, dressed more for a nightclub than a command center. "Corrado, the delegations from the Sicilian Families just pulled into the compound. Their capos are waiting in the war room…