Chapter 15

Clemensa looked into Sal’s cloudy, tear-filled eyes. She knew he was innocent. The real traitor was standing right there, wearing an expensive cashmere coat, clutching the Hermès bag that the man beside her had gifted just last night.

She had killed him.

To cover her tracks, to make Carmine believe the leak was internal, someone had to die. And Sal was the unfortunate offering.

A violent urge to v