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Ruth's POV
The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on. My mind kept circling back to the absurdity of it all. I'd thought the worst was behind me, but clearly, I'd been wrong. Dead wrong.
So, let me get this straight: some kind of renegade mafia lord is running around, killing every other mafia lord to make the others fall in line?" I leaned forward, my hands pressed flat against the table to keep them from shaking. My tone carried a great deal more disbelief than I'd intended, but quite honestly, who could blame me?
Esther, always so cool and collected, nodded slowly, like she was explaining fractions to a fifth grader. "That's right.
"And my father—Peter Lee—he's one of these mafia lords? Along with Frank here?" I jabbed a thumb in Frank Xia's direction, his face unyielding stone.
"Yes," she said, her tone maddeningly patient. "That's right."
