The twilight over Manhattan was the color of liquid amethyst and crushed rubies. From the private terrace of the Tribeca penthouse, sixty stories above the illuminated grid of the city, New York looked peaceful, majestic, and entirely conquered. Marco stood by the stone balustrade, holding a glass of aged Barolo, looking out over the empire his father had built and that he and Elena had fought through blood and treason…
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