At a private Mafia-family wedding, three-year-old Elisa accidentally bumped a pedestal and shattered an antique porcelain vase.
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Chapter 8
Preston lost his family-associate role.
Immediately.
He expected violence.
Instead:
No meetings.
No security briefings.
No ceremonial seat.
No introductions as part of my inner circle.
He became simply Lucinda’s husband.
The downgrade destroyed him.
That told me too much.
He had married into Caradonna, then slowly started treating proximity as identity.
When I removed the role, he said:
“You’re erasing fifteen years.”
“No.”
I looked at him.
“I’m separating marriage from authority.”
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He hated that sentence.
Good.
