Twenty-four hours later, I entered the Grand Ballroom of The Astoria with Chloe on my arm. Rival families watched us from beneath the chandeliers. The doctor had called twice. I had ignored him.
The Moretti crest filled the screens behind the stage. My father's ebony cane stood beside the microphone, reserved for the head of the family during Commission events.
Chloe kept a hand on her stomach and asked whether I felt well. I wanted to break her neck. Instead, I led her toward the stage.
If I exposed her before the Commission, I would also expose myself. I had brought her into Moretti headquarters, signed Aegis over to her, and imprisoned Siena on her word. So I would make the announcement and deal with Chloe afterward.
I had spent the day ordering Luca to contain the account failures
