He says nothing, but that might have to do with how tightly I'm gripping his throat. I release him, and he sputters, coughing and gasping for air. The indents my fingers left behind on his neck provide me with some satisfaction.

"What's this have to do with me?" Gabriel demands. His voice is hoarse from the choking, and I resist the smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth.

"The deal I made with Cassano...let's just say I promised I would make peace with you and refrain from starting a war under two conditions."

Gabriel's gaze sharpens. He is smart to be suspicious.

"Let's face it – everyone in the mafia expects my brother and me to retaliate. Cassano was relieved that I was willing to behave and granted my two conditions if I could get you to agree to them as well."

"Agree to what?" He barely gets the words out through his gritted teeth. He's brimming with impatience, and it is far too satisfying to watch him squirm.

"Forging new alliances. Clearing our name and announcing our innocence."

"Do you even hear yourself? Give me one good reason why I should allow you murderers back into the family. One good reason why I should clear your names that are stained with guilt."

My chuckle is immediate. I can't help but laugh under my breath at his demands. One reason, he says. I have a motherfucking army of them.

"I thought as much." He smiles slowly. "You have nothing."

I rub my jaw to contain my laughter. As amusing as this has been, shit is about to get fucking serious. "Are you already forgetting what I said back there? I know things about you, pezzo di merda."

"Name something," he provokes.

Slowly, the corner of my mouth pulls up. What a beautiful fucking opening he just presented to me.

Vincent grabs the back of his head to hold him in place as I lean down to speak in his ear. And then I drop the bomb on him. Whisper it dauntingly into his ear and revel in the way his body freezes for a moment. I utter the words he had no idea I had in my possession to begin with. It makes this all too sweet.

"That...that is a lie," he seethes, but the way he holds his breath says otherwise.

I lean back to face him again. "I thought you might say that."

I hold out my arm for him to see and pull my sleeve up. Gabriel notices immediately, if I had to go by how his body locks up even tighter. I turn my forearm leisurely and taunt him with a piece of the past he thought he outran. Foolish bastard. We never fucking escape our pasts.

"I take it this is proof enough?" I murmur.

His raging blue eyes drag up carefully and slowly before meeting mine. They darken to a shade that resembles a sky just minutes away from night.

"How long?" he questions.

I'm assuming he means how long I've had it. "Long enough."

The look on his face is sceptical. Accusing. "And you didn't use this against me sooner?"

"You're aware that chess is my favourite game? I'm known to plan ten moves ahead and bide my time. I have the patience for it too."

"Plan?" He repeats, shoving Vincent's hand off. It's obvious he's starting to understand just how dire this situation is for him. "Are you suggesting that I'm part of this plan?"

"Part of it? "We couldn't do it without you, honey," Vincent winks, a cold grin accompanying the excitement on his face. The moment we've both been waiting for is finally here.

Gabriel glances at my brother warily. Rightfully so. The air around Vincent always charges up when he's ready to strike. You'd have to be incredibly dense not to feel it.

"If you don't do as we ask," I continue, commanding his attention back to me. "This gets out to everyone. The whole mafia will know. Your daughters will know."

I've never seen a man become rigid so fast. If it wasn't for the quickened rise and fall of his chest, I would have thought he had stopped breathing. He's finally giving me what I wanted the moment I laid eyes on him twenty minutes ago – fear.

I drag my middle finger back and forth across my lips. "Speaking of your daughters..."

"No," he snaps immediately. His panic is taking rein now. "You will leave them out of this. They've done nothing wrong."

"And that's exactly why their suffering will kill you inside."

He leans forward and gets in my face. When he speaks, his voice is as hard as steel. "You will not go near them. My family is off limits."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Let's not be ironic here."

"We are Made Men. We have all done things we cannot take back. Don't speak to me as if you yourself are an innocent man. You've sinned just as I have."

"No," I immediately counter. This fucker is making it all too hard to not carve his skin from his body. "You don't want to do that. You know I know the truth. Drop your holier-than-thou act because I see right through it. We are not the same."

His nostrils flare. His body language is the poster image of him gradually losing control. "I will clear your name. Say you were framed and lead the investigation to find the true killers yourself. Satisfied?"

I sit back in my seat. Watching him spiral is oddly calming. "You are negotiating like a toddler. The mafia will suspect that you were forced to do this. You need a good reason to want to clear our names. And what better reason than an alliance – you and I on the same team?"

He knows where this is going. His hands curl into fists. "No. You can't—"

"You will hand your daughter to me for marriage. The eldest one, Marina."

"Veronica," he corrects vehemently. "Are you insane? I'll burn you to pieces before I willingly give her to you."

"You think you have a choice," I observe with amusement. I glance at my brother. "Does he have a choice, Vincent?"

Vincent grins. "Not a one, brother."

"Stop this." Gabriel grinds his jaw. "My daughter is not to be negotiated with. I will give you anything. Anything. But not her."

"But that's why I want her." I pull my suit jacket together, sensing our conversation is winding down. "Because she is the only thing you won't give up."

"What will she think? I have protected her all my life, and now I send her into the hands of a killer? She will be suspicious."

"So let her. That will be my problem when she becomes my wife, unfortunate as that is. But tell me – will she be in more danger with me or with the mafia when they all find out about you?"

He stiffens, and I can see the defeat in his eyes. This is the moment he's realised that his world is about to fall apart and that I am the one responsible for it. He can't stop this or me. My lip curls.

"Do you really think the mafia will pardon your daughters for your sins? They're dead meat as soon as everyone finds out. So pick your poison – a dead daughter or a daughter that belongs to me."

"This can't..." His voice is hoarse and panicked. "You can't do this. Not my daughter. Not my principessa."

"That is rather sweet. Maybe if you try begging?"

Vincent laughs, eyeing Gabriel with cold and excited eyes. All of his earlier frustrations have dissipated. This is what we've been waiting for. To see this arsehole beg at our feet, fall to our command. And to think it is only the beginning.

"Please," Gabriel finally rasps, forcing the words out. "Have mercy."

Mercy? The merciful were those who had something to fear or lose. I had neither. When you've lived through nightmares and seen true horror, you don't have any mercy to give because nobody gave it to you either.

"No." The humour in my tone is far gone. As entertaining as this has been, being face-to-face with this cocksucker doesn't bode well for my temper. I'm ready to move the fuck on." The wedding will be at the end of the month. I will make all the necessary arrangements to show our fellow Familias how sincere I am about this union. You will make an announcement of our engagement and tell the mafia this is an act of peace, to right a wrong. Whatever bullshit you need to say to get it done. Because if you don't..."

I hold up my forearm again. Gabriel watches in disdain, but I can see beyond that. In this moment he feels destroyed. And now I'm going to destroy everyone he loves too.

"Welcome to the family, stronzo." Vincent ruffles Gabriel's hair with another laugh and then gets out of the car. I follow suit, slamming the door shut just as I see Gabriel punch the steering wheel in anger, not even bothering to attempt another fight. Even the worst of sinners know when they've lost.

Gabriel's soldiers watch from a distance. It's comical, the way they slowly reach for their guns but make no gesture to actually use them. If Gabriel wanted us dead, he would hand out the orders. But no orders have been given, and they know by now what will happen to them if they try to open fire.

"Are congratulations in order now that you have a fiancé?" Vincent mocks. The dick is fucking loving this.

"The marriage is irrelevant, and so is the daughter. It's what will come of this union that matters."

"Just stick to the plan. Don't let a piece of ass distract you."

Though he is merely joking around, his accusations piss me off to no end. I keep my gaze straight ahead, feeling my resolve harden. "As long as Gabriel's blood runs through her veins, she will always be the enemy."

I've felt this before. This heart-racing, breath-stopping, body-numbing sensation. The moment where your world has been ripped out from under your feet and you're suddenly falling, knowing there's nothing at the bottom to catch you. Save you. Only last time it was because I found out my mother had died. This time because I think a piece of me just died.

All I can do is blink at my father, who merely watches me with a stoic expression. No humour to show me he's joking. No pain to show me he regrets this. It's like I don't even know who he is.

"What?" I whisper, giving him the opportunity to take his words back.

"You are to be wed by the end of the month," he repeats instead. The cracks inside of me deepen. This is real. "You are of age, and you've prolonged this for far too long. It is time to step up and take responsibility."

"But...you always said I didn't have to—"

"When you turned eighteen, Veronica. That was six years ago. You are a grown woman now and more than ready to be a wife. Surely you understand your place in this family."

My place in this family? "What are you saying? You make it sound like my marriage has some part to play in your business."

His blue eyes soften, completely identical to mine. "Yes. You see? You are a smart girl, principessa. Please understand."

"Understand what? And why did you say I have to be married by the end of the month? You didn't...you didn't already pick someone, did you?"

He presses his lips together, and that is answer enough. My heart sinks before he even starts talking.

"I did. He is...he will keep you safe. Watch after you as a husband should for his wife. Marrying him will be very good for the family. It's a union of sorts, all for the sake of peace."

"Just say it." It takes everything in me to not yell. He's walking on eggshells, which means this is worse than he's letting on, and I want to crawl out of my skin from the anxiety.

"It's Clemente Marino."

A noise crawls out of my throat before I can stop it. Something shocked and broken, like a cry but not quite. At least Father has the decency to flinch at my reaction. That means some part of him is still sane even though this is anything but.

"What?" I croak. "The man you threw in jail for killing his own mother?"

"He didn't do it. He was framed, and the mafia has opened an investigation to clear his name."

"And you honestly believe that? The mafia have said horrible things about him and his brother! They're ruthless. He's lying about his innocence."

"He's not. He has evidence, and it's my duty to prove it because I wrongfully convicted him."

"So that's it." I sound as disbelieving as I feel. "You make a mistake, and now I have to pay for it just to save your ass."

"Watch your language, Veronica," Father snaps. "We have a good relationship, but you are not to disrespect me."

"And you don't think that goes both ways? You're throwing me into the hands of a killer by force! Where is your respect?"

"Enough. This is a business decision. The Marinos and Gabriels will form a union as an act of peace. In return they will not start a war between our families and cause chaos in the mafia."

"That's not fair! What could a man like Clemente Marino possibly gain from marrying me?"

"Don't be ridiculous. You are the daughter of the consigliere. This will be a fast and effective way for him to redeem his status."

A laugh tears out of me that's borderline hysterical. "Are you kidding me? You're going to chain me into a life with him just for the sake of his reputation? You're choosing him over your own daughter."

"No." He slams a palm on his desk hard enough to shake it. "This is for your own good. You don't understand, but I am protecting you. I am choosing you."

I stand up from my seat, too enraged to just sit here and take it. "He murdered his own mother. And if by some miracle he didn't, there are plenty of other things he's done. Bad, awful things. I'm not going to marry a man like—"

"A man like me?" Father finishes. The study grows quiet for a moment. "He is a Made Man. All Made Men have done awful things. Clemente Marino is no different from any other man in the mafia, any other man you would have married anyway. But what makes him the best choice is he can protect you. We don't know what will come of this union, but he can keep you safe, and that's all I care about."

"Keep me safe from what? You said yourself that you'll clear his name, and this is all in the name of peace. What's going to happen?"

Father's lips pinch. We never talk about his personal matters, not just because I don't like hearing about them but also because he doesn't like being asked questions he can't answer. "This is business. That's all I can tell you."

"Considering it's my life you're signing off, I deserve more than that."

"Enough, Veronica! Do not talk to me about what you deserve. I gave you freedom beyond any woman's comprehension in this world, things they could only dream of. I have given you absolutely everything, and now I only want to protect you. You will do this, and that's final."

I can hear the resolution in his voice. He won't back down from this, and there's nothing I can do. He won't hurt me if I go against his word, but the rest of the mafia would, especially because going against this union would only mean war between Familias. No mere girl is worth a war, so they would simply kill me. I'm not stupid enough to think I'd be safe if I tried to fight my way out of this.

"Please." I'm ashamed of how small I sound. How defeated. My legs give out on me, and I slump back into my chair, hugging my arms around my waist. "Please, Father. I'll get married. Anyone except Clemente Marino. You can pick anyone for me, and I'll meet them and wed them. I promise."