Vito's POV
How absolutely fascinating.
I leaned back in my wheelchair, studying the woman who'd just burst into my office with all the fury of an avenging angel. In twenty-eight years of life, in a world where people trembled at the mention of my name, no one had ever dared to question me with such raw, desperate boldness.
Isabella Cohen stood before my desk like David facing Goliath, her chin raised in defiance despite the obvious terror in her eyes. The contrast was delicious. Here was a woman who clearly understood exactly how dangerous I was, yet she'd walked into my domain and demanded answers anyway.
"David?" I repeated slowly, as if the name meant nothing to me. "I'm afraid I don't know anyone by that name."
The fire in her eyes blazed hotter. "Don't lie to me. I know it was yo
