Chapter 2 - The Mafia Boss Whispers About A Ghostly Resemblance

The air inside Ristorante Bellagio felt suddenly thin, trapped between the walls of sudden revelation and suffocating dread. Dante Vance remained frozen in his chair, his dark eyes locked alternately on the framed portrait behind the bar and the terrified young woman standing before him.
"She died two years ago," the mafia boss whispered, his voice dropping into a register so low it barely carried across the linen-draped table. The baby in my arms whimpered softly, sensing the sudden spike of tension, and pressed his small face harder against my collarbone.
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