For an hour, rain struck the bulletproof windows of the Falcone estate. I sat beside the fire and watched the man I had planned to marry kneel outside.
The main security monitor showed Dante in the mud beyond the front gates. His designer suit was torn, and wet hair clung to his scalp. The guards had left the Don on his knees.
The monitor barely caught his voice through the wind, but I could hear him screaming my name over and over.
Cassius stood near the fireplace. He had offered to have his men remove Dante, but I stopped him.
"Let him perform. I want to see the finale."
His hand went inside his torn jacket. I leaned closer to the monitor.
He pulled out a small silver pistol. He aimed it at his own right knee. The good one.
"ARIA!" he roared. "I'M GIVING IT BACK TO YOU! JUST LOOK
