"My wife, Valentina Montecarlo, has severe and deviant proclivities. She's a serial cheater. As her husband, I can't take it anymore. Today, in front of every guest and every camera in this room, I am divorcing this disgusting woman. For the devastating emotional and physical harm she has caused me, she must leave this marriage with nothing. I ask all of you to bear witness."
The room erupted. Every Capo, every associate, every allied family head — all of them watching, exactly as I needed them to.
He bit down on his lip, fighting to keep the corners of his mouth from curling upward. That smile — a half-second too quick, the reflexive charm that preceded whatever calculated thing he was about to say. I'd seen it a thousand times. Not once had it been real. "I can't bring myself to say any more. Please, just watch the screen. The video of her affairs speaks for itself."
The massive screen behind him blazed to life.
But the very next second, the smile froze on Dante's face, and every drop of color drained from his skin.
