I Buried The Don And Took His Throne Novel by Liz

I Buried The Don And Took His Throne Chapter 14 Two Chairs on the Dais The marble in the compound’s main hall gets scrubbed for two days straight before the last of the dark stains come out. I take off the body armor and put on a black dress cut sharp at the shoulders, gold

I Buried The Don And Took His Throne Chapter 13 The Bullet and the Coup I’m about to close the distance when I catch it — a sound so small most people would miss it entirely. The whistle of something moving fast through air. Something with intent behind it. “Down —” My hand’s already going

I Buried The Don And Took His Throne Chapter 12 The Northern Front “A kid?” I lift his hand off my shoulder. My fingertips are ice. “Dante.” I pull my mouth up at the corner. Doesn’t reach my eyes. “Are you telling me you don’t think I’m sitting steady enough in this chair yet?” Right

I Buried The Don And Took His Throne Chapter 11 The Consigliere’s Files I clean up Marco and Bianca and figure I get to breathe for a week. Wrong. This life is never short on old men in suits with opinions. First sit-down after Dante is confirmed. The old consigliere Genovese — beard down to

I Buried The Don And Took His Throne Chapter 10 The Poisoned Whiskey He’s still crying, still trying to buy me off with the same cheap tears. I laugh once, soft, and take a silver tray from one of my girls. There’s only one thing on it. A crystal tumbler. Two fingers of amber whiskey.

I Buried The Don And Took His Throne Chapter 09 The Head in the Box Front gate of the Vitale compound. Enzo Russo is standing on the running board of an SUV, waving a chrome revolver over his head, screaming at the closed gate. “Dante Vitale is illegitimate! That whore has him on a leash!

I Buried The Don And Took His Throne Chapter 08 The Letter I Let Out The coronation dust settles and I put those two out of my mind. But I forget one thing. Rats don’t stop being rats. Bianca isn’t going to stop trying to climb up a man’s belt to save herself, not even

I Buried The Don And Took His Throne Chapter 07 The Basement The silver muzzle flash lights up the doorway. Dante steps through the wreckage of the doors, boots crunching on splintered wood. He walks straight past the kneeling capos, past the shooters who dropped their pieces the second they saw him, straight to the

I Buried The Don And Took His Throne Chapter 06 The Man in the Doorway Dead silence. Every eye in the hall is nailed to the paper in my hand. The soldiers who had guns on me — every one of them freezes mid-motion. Muzzles hovering three inches from my throat. Not one man dares

I Buried The Don And Took His Throne Chapter 05 The Sealed Letter Bianca actually takes a step back from me. My calm scares her more than the slap did. She flicks her sleeve, playing tough, and hurries out into the dark. I watch her disappear down the hall and let the smile drop off