A Ghost in the Flesh
Luca tightened his hold on his gun as he looked at Antonio Romano his uncle who he thought had been dead for years.
Twenty years ago the man had disappeared, leaving a trail of gossip about betrayal and murder. Now, he was there, before them, living, seeming every inch the man who clawed his way from a grave to take something back.
Then Sofia took a step forward, knife glimmering in the streetlight. “You have five seconds to tell us why we shouldn’t shoot you in the head.”
Antonio smirked. “Same fire as your mother.” His voice was sleek, deliberate. “She would have cut my throat before I even made a sound.”
Luca’s chest flared with old anger. “Perhaps we should follow suit.”
Antonio chuckled, unfazed. “Oh, my dear nephew. You think you’ve won? “That this city is
