The man stood, watching as the party unfolded. He hated the way Lucien could not take his eyes off that Woman. But the Don seemed to be following her with his eyes, protectively, caring, concerned.

He scowled.

She was heavy with child, no great beauty, he thought disdainfully. And the Boss was besotted in his old age.

But the other men in the room seemed to drink her in with their eyes.

Her sensuous movements, even now, were like bait. Attracting men to her. He felt sorry for that fool Ramos. He had been openly lecherous and had paid the price for his folly.

He hated her.

Had hated Proserpina...