---- Chapter 9 Vincent's POV Amonth later, Sophia was a husk of a woman, kneeling in an abandoned warehouse on the South Side. "Vincent, please, just kill me..."' she begged. Isat across from her, slowly polishing my gun. "Death is a gift you haven't earned." For a month, she had been hunted. Every corner of the underworld had my order: make her suffer, but don't let her die. She became a rat, scurrying through a city that wanted her blood. "T have nothing left!" she shrieked. "What more do you want?" "Nothing left?" I sneered. "Isabella lost her life." "Where's Marcus? Bring him here." ---- "He's... he's gone," she trembled. ''He jumped. Three days ago. From the twentieth floor. He said he was sorry... for what he did to you and Isabella." A dry, harsh laugh escaped my lips. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. "Sorry? What good is sorry now?" Isabella was never coming back. The FBI raid came faster than I expected. Red and blue lights painted the walls of my mansion. "Vincent Torrino! FBI! Hands where I can see them!" "Boss, the escape tunnel!" my men urged. "Don't bother," I waved them off, finishing my whiskey. "Let them in." Ismashed the glass against the fireplace. "I'm not going anywhere." ---- The agents stormed in. "Vincent Torrino, you're under arrest!" They read a long list of charges-murder, extortion, money laundering. All true. But they would never know my greatest crime. The one I committed against the woman I loved. In prison, I was a walking corpse. I refused lawyers, refused bail, refused to speak. "Vincent, you can't go on like this," Don Antonio said through the glass of the visitation room. ''The family is in chaos. We need you." "Then let it fall," my voice was a rasp. "What?" "T said, dissolve the family," I met his eyes. "This legacy of blood and hate is what killed Isabella." "Are you insane?"