Aria POV“I honestly don’t know who could’ve done it,” Marcus admitted, rubbing a tired hand over his jaw.“A few years ago, I would’ve blamed the Italian immediately, but after your family drove them out of New York…” He trailed off with a shrug. “It doesn’t make much sense anymore.”“They could be stupid enough to try coming back,” Varos muttered from across the table.Sergei leaned back in his chair, one arm hooked over the backrest, his expression turning sharp in an instant. “Let them.”“We’ll wipe every last one of them out.”A strange chill slid through me despite the warmth inside the restaurant.Sergei said things like that so casually but no one at the table looked disturbed by his words. They nodded along naturally because this was their world.Before the heavy silence could settle further, the kitchen door swung open.A plump older woman stepped out carrying a large tray loaded with pastries, bread, cured meat, and cheese.Beside her walked a girl around thirteen or fourte
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