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There was no doubt in my mind that she was a spoiled and vain principessa who would have her childless uncle’s heart.

“Gentlemen, I believe we’ve just found Angelo’s air.” Excitement thrummed around the room, a quiet melody growing louder and louder until it was a thunderous roar. “We’ll kill Vitale and his son–even his wife will bleed.”

“How will we stop the traditional families from turning on us?”

“With Angelo’s support, of course. Bartolomeo will follow his little brother.” I tapped Isabella’s photo. “How do we gain Angelo’s support? Well, the answer’s simple.” They all leaned closer. “If he doesn’t support me, I’ll slit his pretty little niece’s throat.”