---- Chapter 6 Vincent's POV Vincent found the fat man at his birthday party ina luxury hotel. He kicked the private room door open, ignored the crowd of guests, and grabbed the man by the throat, slamming him against the wall. "Where is Isabella?" His voice was a low growl, promising pain. "Make him talk," he growled, his eyes bloodshot. The order was quiet, but it promised agony. The Romanos had liquidated their American assets and vanished. Fled back to Sicily like rats.
He couldn't find Isabella. This man, the last one to have contact with her, was his only lead. ---- "Vincent! Are you fucking crazy?!" The fat man's face was bruised and swollen, his pride shattered in front of his associates. He was done playing nice. "You were the one who said 'you may'! You let us pour the booze on her! What's with the act now?! Didn't you say it was just a rash? Ha!
You almost killed her, and you didn't even know it!" The man's screams were like poisoned daggers stabbing into Vincent's nerves. He froze, the words "you almost killed her" roaring in his head. He had said it himself... you may. "IT was just teaching her a lesson! I didn't tell you to..." he screamed, all his usual cool shattered. Soon, the family doctor who had handled the scene that night was dragged in, pale as a ghost. "Don...
Ma'am had a severe head injury that night, massive blood loss... and being force-fed that much ---- alcohol... it triggered... an extremely severe anaphylactic shock. She had no vital signs when she arrived at the hospital... This is the death certificate..." The doctor handed him a piece of paper, his hand trembling. Vincent snatched it. Deceased: Isabella Romano. Cause of Death: Anaphylactic shock leading to multiple organ failure. His vision blurred.
The words on the certificate were blinding. One more look and he felt he would go blind. "It's fake!" he roared, tearing the report to shreds like a cornered, dying animal. "It's another one of her tricks! She can't stand seeing me with someone else! You're all in on it, lying to me!" The uncrowned king of Chicago's underworld, Vincent Santoro, collapsed onto the floor of the