The heavy velvet drapes of the Grand Ballroom in the St. Regis Hotel were drawn completely shut, blocking out the midmorning glare of Fifth Avenue. Inside, the vast room was bathed in the warm, amber glow of massive crystal chandeliers. The air was thick, smelling

While the Commission had officially recognized my rule, the embers of Lorenzo’s past left small fires that still needed extinguishing.

Three days after the St. Regis assembly, Matteo and I drove out to a secluded beachfront estate on the North Shore of Long Isl

The discovery of my father’s true cause of death burned away any remaining lingering trace of mercy within my heart. Lorenzo Greco was already six feet under the muddy earth of the Salvatore cemetery, but his legacy of betrayal still lingered in the corrupt officials