Their words grew cruder and cruder, each one more unbearable than the last, and no one at that table lifted a hand to stop it. In a room where a made man's wife was owed silence and respect, they'd forgotten I was owed anything at all.

I shut my eyes, unable to take it anymore.

Only Marco, drunk and swaying, kept his gaze fixed on me.

"Adriana, don't take it to heart. The two of them are just old associates catching up."

"Lorenzo's just hung up on old memories. Probably trying to make up for some regret. You're his wife, after all. It's just a drink. It won't affect the union between you."

But even as he said it, his brow was furrowed, his eyes locked nervously on Lorenzo. He cracked the knuckle of his thumb once, slow, the only sound he made that wasn't a lie to comfort me.

Anyone with half a brain could see the truth.

Lorenzo was genuinely into it this time.

I drowned my frustration one glass at a time. The wine was old and expensive and it tasted like nothing.

Even when I stumbled to the washroom to throw up, Lorenzo didn't spare me a single glance.

When I came back, Bianca was wrapped in Lorenzo's arms, their bodies pressed together, lips locked.

"Adriana's back!"

Someone yelped.

Lorenzo and Bianca broke apart instantly.

But his lips were smeared red, traces of her lipstick still clinging to them.

Lorenzo let go of Bianca in a hurry, blurting out an explanation on instinct. "We were just playing a game..."

"A game?"

I let out a cold laugh, snatched a glass off the table, and raised it high. The room went quiet the way a room does when it senses blood coming.

Marco's eyes went wide. "Adriana, don't do anything rash!"

Too late.

The glass shattered at Lorenzo's feet.

Shards flew in every direction. One piece lodged itself in Bianca's bare calf, just above her stiletto.

"Ow! Lorenzo, it hurts..."

Her laughter, quick and bright a moment ago, cut off sharp. Lorenzo's expression turned to ice.

"Adriana, have you lost your mind?"

I stared at him, unflinching. "Yeah. I have."

I lost my mind the day I believed you, Lorenzo.

Someone noticed the ring on my finger and let out a gasp.

"Adriana, you're bound to some other man? And you're here making a scene?"

"She actually thinks Lorenzo is her husband. That's hilarious."

"Does anyone know Adriana's husband? Call him up, get him down here."

"Let him see how his wife throws herself at her old flame at a sit-down of the old crowd..."

One of them even moved toward me, hands raised to shove me.

I smiled coldly and caught her wrist with pinpoint precision. The whole table felt me do it.

"My husband is dead."

"Would you like to meet him?"

"I'd be happy to send you underground to say hello."

The color drained from her face. She stumbled backward, shrinking away, and no one laughed now.

"They're right. You really are insane."

I slid the ring off my finger and looked at Lorenzo, a bitter laugh escaping my lips.

Before this gathering, he'd worn the matching band. The exact same one, the ring of our blood oath.

At some point, he'd taken it off.

I held his gaze. "Even now, you're going to stand there and say nothing?"

"I don't have time for this!"

Lorenzo cut me off, his voice sharp, his eyes darting anxiously to Bianca's bleeding leg.

"Bianca, I'm taking you to a doctor."

"I'm coming too!"

"Us too!"

Within minutes, the private room that had been buzzing with noise was reduced to scattered glasses and empty chairs. Everyone was gone.

Marco was the last to leave. He lingered at the door, worry etched across his face.

"Adriana, you've had too much to drink tonight. Go home and rest. Want one of my men to drive you?"

I pushed his hand away. "No."

I called a car of my own and had it take me to the private clinic Lorenzo always used, the one kept quiet for the Family. Sure enough, I spotted him the moment I walked in.

Attentive. Devoted. Hovering at her side like she was the only person in the world.

He'd even fallen asleep at her bedside, the young Don of the Moretti Family, slumped in a plastic chair like a soldier standing watch over the wrong body.

Bianca leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. When she looked up and saw me, she froze.

The clinic corridor was cold and sterile, one of the quiet places the Family kept for its own, no records, no Feds, no questions.

Bianca stepped out, her voice dripping with pitiful sincerity as she pleaded with me.

"Adriana, I know you used to have feelings for Lorenzo too, but he's already said it himself. He doesn't love you anymore."

"You've been clinging to him for so long. If you were really his true love, he would've bound himself to you before witnesses ages ago. But clearly, that's not the case."

"Please, for old times' sake, just give us a little dignity."

"Stop clinging to him, okay?"

The way she said it, you'd think I was the one dishonoring a made man's house and refusing to walk away from it.

I stared at her, my expression ice-cold.

Everyone knew the Falcone beauty. Talented, gorgeous, delicate as a flower left on a windowsill. The kind of girl every soldier in the room instinctively wanted to shield.

Even at the sit-down of the old associates.

All she'd had to say was that she'd been clumsy back then and slipped her letter into the wrong hand, and that one silly mistake had kept them apart all these years.

Every single man at that table believed her without question.

But I just smiled coldly.

"Bianca, drop the act. Who exactly are you performing for right now?"

The color drained from her face. Her fingers rose to the base of her throat, smoothing a necklace that wasn't there.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Other people might not know, but did you really think I didn't?"

"I saw it with my own eyes back then. You never passed that letter to the wrong hand. That letter was always meant for Salvatore."

Bianca's composure cracked. Her eyes darted sideways. "You're lying."

"Salvatore? That soft Greco boy who couldn't pass a test and looked like a toad? Why would I ever want him?"

The cold smile on my face only deepened.

"Because his family had the cash flow."

I'd seen it all back then.

The Greco car would collect Bianca and set her down at a corner far enough from the others that no one would notice. Only after she'd stepped out would the car pull away into the dark.

I'd even stumbled across them one weekend.

Bianca on Salvatore's arm, drifting through the shops, before the two of them disappeared behind a hotel's glass doors.

And Lorenzo back then?

Handsome, yes. But quiet, aloof, and beyond his sharp mind he had nothing. Between the days he ran errands and worked the streets for whatever tribute a gutter-born nobody could scrape together.

I'd heard Bianca trash-talking him to her little circle with my own ears.

"Lorenzo Moretti, that broke nobody. So what if he's clever? The second he steps into the real world, he'll be nothing."

"If I ended up bound to him, I'd suffer for the rest of my life. I'm not that stupid."

"As for that fool Adriana, if she wants him so bad, she can have him."

So of course I knew exactly why Bianca was circling Lorenzo now.

It was obvious.

She'd seen that he'd clawed his way to the head of a table. That the tribute flowed to him now.

Days ago, her silent patron had cast her out. His wife had dragged her to a back-alley clinic and forced her through an abortion.

To survive, she needed to latch onto a new man with power and a rising name.

And Lorenzo was her next target.

Bianca eyed me warily. Her laughter came a beat too fast. "If you've got the guts, go tell Lorenzo all of this right now. Let's see who he believes. You or me."

I laughed.

"Why would I tell him?"

"I came here to tell you something. Lorenzo is all yours."

Bianca stared at me, completely bewildered.

But my gaze had already drifted downward, settling on the ring of the blood oath on my left hand.

Lorenzo had bought it the year he first built his own Family.

He'd spent every last dollar he had on it.

After paying, he'd had fifty-two dollars left to his name. Not enough to survive the week in that world.

But that was when he told me he loved me.

He said that once he made it, once he sat at the head of the table, he'd give me everything good this world had to offer.

And I'd held him close, my eyes shining like they held every star in the sky.

"Lorenzo, I know things are only going to get better for us."

"As long as you still love me, as long as I'm still by your side."

"Everything is going to be amazing."

Those words still echoed in my ears.

Now they felt like nothing but a cruel joke.

Lorenzo, there's no future for us anymore.

I drew a deep breath, twisted the ring one last time, then slid it off my finger and held it out to Bianca.

"Here. You can have this too."

Her gaze landed on the enormous diamond. Light danced in her eyes, but she still watched me with suspicion. "Why would you be this generous?"

"It's not unconditional."

I reached into my bag and pulled out the signed papers dissolving the blood pact.

"Tell Lorenzo to sign them. We're done."

Bianca stood frozen. Before she could respond, Lorenzo's voice drifted out from the room behind her.

"Bianca? Who are you talking to?"