Chapter 61
The grand atrium of the Falcone estate was repurposed into a flawless venue for a philanthropic gala, marking the syndicate’s absolute integration into the highest echelons of legitimate society. Brilliant, cinematic lighting poured from the crystal chandeliers, completely devoid of any dull, yellow tint. The bright, vivid colors of the floral arrangements popped against the pristine white marble floors. Domenico Falcone stood near the velvet ropes, looking breathtakingly handsome. His movie-star features were sharp and relaxed, his thick, slightly wavy dark hair pushed back effortlessly. He wore a tailored dark tuxedo that accentuated his deeply masculine frame, his unbuttoned collar exposing the elegant, negative-space tattoos on his chest. Evelyn stood beside him, radiating a breathtaking, effortless beauty. Her fair, rosy skin glowed under the lights, her American accent musical and commanding as she spoke with the city's elite. The peace they had violently secured held firm, but the scent of massive wealth always attracted new, insidious parasites. A man with thinning gray hair and a nervous flush to his fair skin bypassed the security checkpoint, flashing a forged credential. He locked his eyes onto Evelyn, a desperate, greedy malice twisting his features.
