Sylvia wasn’t sure what she expected after the execution. A conversation, maybe. Some kind of acknowledgment beyond "Good work." But Evans didn’t say another word about it.
By morning, the bloodstain in the conference room had been scrubbed clean, and Daniel’s name was erased from every record. Like he had never existed.
And yet, Sylvia knew better.
She saw the way people looked at her now. The way the guards stiffened when she passed. The way Rocco, with his usual frown, gave her an approving nod. He really gave off the vibe of a professional hitman. Of someone without a soul.
But she wasn’t just Evans’ wife anymore.
She was someone to be feared.
That afternoon, Luciana found Sylvia in the study, staring at an old map of California that hung on the wall.
“Evans wants to see you,” s
