Chapter 11: Midnight’s Redemption
The hours that followed were an agonizing stretch of quiet waiting. The gala continued its muted hum in the distance, a world away from the [more…]
The hours that followed were an agonizing stretch of quiet waiting. The gala continued its muted hum in the distance, a world away from the [more…]
The days following Marco’s public disgrace and my son’s silent return were a blur of intense, internal shifts within the Castiglione empire. Don Carmine, reinvigorated [more…]
The following month dawned with a crisp, cool air that carried the scent of pine from the towering trees surrounding the Castiglione compound. I sat [more…]