Chapter 8: The Syndicate's Gaze
Chapter 8: The Syndicate's Gaze
Word spread through the underworld. Ronan Vale, the untouchable ghost of the city, had taken a woman into his home. She wasn't a hostage; she was a fixture.
The Falcone family, Ronan's fiercest rivals, saw this as an opportunity. A weakness.
Seraphina attended her first syndicate banquet wearing a stunning emerald gown, a concealed combat knife strapped to her thigh. She sat beside Ronan at the head of the table. The other bosses stared, whispering.
May you like
Don Falcone raised a glass. "To Vale. Who finally found a pretty bird to keep in his cage."
Ronan didn't smile. "She isn't in a cage, Don Falcone. And she isn't a bird." Ronan looked at her with dark pride. "She's the executioner."
