“We need to get the boss to a doctor.”

“No one leaves this room,” Leo said, his voice rising.

“If I’m going down, the Romano name dies with me.”

He pointed his gun at the desk, where the phone was still buzzing.

The light from the screen cast a pale blue glow over his knuckles.

“The police are already on their way,” Leo said with a wicked smile.

“I made the call before I came up here.”

“They’ll find the boss dead, the captains armed, and a waitress with stolen babies.”

“How do you think that looks to the press?”

Silvio’s eyes narrowed.

“You called the cops on your own family?” Silvio asked, his voice laced with disgust.

“There is no family left,” Leo said.

I took another small step toward the fireplace.

My heel clicked softly against the stone hearth.

I froze, hoping the sound was drowned out by the howling wind.

Nobody looked at me.

They were all staring at Leo, their faces etched with a mixture of anger and betrayal.

Calling the police was the ultimate sin in their world.