She returned her gaze to mine. “Let me talk to her,” she said, not asking but demanding. “Is that a fucking order, Kiara?” I asked in a threatening voice. Maybe she needed reminding that I was her Capo. Nino squeezed her shoulder, but she held my gaze then stepped forward out of his grip and closer to me. “No,” she said softly, looking at me with those big, brown eyes as if that would warm my heart. “I am asking you for permission as your sister-in-law and as a Falcone.” “Fuck,” I snarled and glared at Nino. “Couldn’t you have chosen an airheaded wife? She’s as good at manipulation as you
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