Eve's phone buzzed. A text from Marco: On our way back. Boss is fine. The brother is... educated.
She showed the message to Nonna, who smiled.
"See? All is well."
"Nonna," Eve said carefully, "tell me about Isabella."
The wooden spoon stilled.
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything. She arrives tomorrow, and I need to know what I'm dealing with."
Nonna set down the spoon, turned to face Eve fully.
"Isabella Russo is twenty-three years old. Beautiful. Intelligent. Deadly." She paused. "She was nine years old when Antonio arranged her engagement to Dimitri. For fourteen years, she has been preparing to be his wife. She speaks five languages. She can kill a man six different ways with her bare hands. She has been groomed since childhood to be the perfect mafia queen."
"And she loves him," Eve said.
