The Commission summit was held in a heavily guarded neutral venue on the outskirts of the city, a grand mansion overlooking the Hudson River that had seen countless power shifts in the New York underworld. Aria walked in beside Dante, wearing a tailored black suit that Sofia had chosen — elegant, powerful, and unapologetic. Her chestnut hair was styled in soft waves, and her hazel eyes held a steady fire that no one could ignore. The weight of every stare pressed down on her, but she refused to shrink. She had earned her place here through blood, sweat, and unbreakable love.
Gregorio Conti, an older man with silver hair and piercing blue eyes that reminded her too much of Dante’s, smiled coldly when he saw them. “Dante. And the famous contract wife who’s learning to shoot. How charming. T
