Stany Falcone Here

Behind her, Renata looked pale. “She walked right past the front guards. Past the dogs. Past the electronic locks. No one stopped her.�

“Stany—If you’re reading this, I’m already gone. And I deserved it. But the girl is innocent. She doesn’t know what I did. She only knows her papa loved her. I’m not asking for forgiveness. I’m asking for you to be the man you could have been, once, before you became this. Keep her safe. It’s the only debt you still owe.� Stany Falcone

Elena shrugged. “Papa said you were the only honest thief he ever knew. He said if anyone could keep a promise, it was you.� Behind her, Renata looked pale

“You don’t have to do this, Stany,� Carlo said on the recording. His voice was hoarse, but his eyes still held a spark of the old lion. Past the electronic locks

Stany’s blood went cold. Mario Tessitore had been his best collector. He’d also been the one who, three years ago, had tried to skim from the family accounts. Stany had handled it personally. He remembered Mario’s last words: “One day, someone will come for you, Falcone. And you won’t see them coming.�