---- ruined banquet hall. He didn't believe it. He refused to believe it. The woman who had been his shadow for ten years- a woman forged in steel and secrets-could not have died so easily. "Search!" he roared at his underboss. "I want every medical record she's ever had. From the day she was born. I want to know why she died." Less than an hour later, the first report was on his desk. His man's voice was shaking. "Don... that attack by the Moretti family... Ma'am...
she had a miscarriage." Vincent's pupils shrank to pinpricks. "Because of the blood loss, her body sustained permanent damage. The family doctor's diagnosis at the time was... her system had become extremely ---- fragile. Any subsequent allergic reaction could be fatal. And you, at the time... you just told her not to die in the hospital." A miscarriage... He never knew. All he remembered was losing a shipment in that attack and being annoyed that she was laid up in the hospital for three days.
Just as his mind went blank, another of his men burst in. He was pale, a written confession in his hand. "Don, we found him... the traitor who leaked your secret." Vincent's head snapped up. "Tt was... Mama Maria." Maria. The woman who had practically raised him.