Potere: A Luciano Series Novel

The air hung heavy with unspoken grief, mirroring the dark storm clouds gathering overhead. Rain lashed down on the somber gathering, blurring the faces of the three hundred people who had come to mourn Federico De Santis.

Only two remained now by the graveside. You sat, chilled to the bone in your black dress, beside Liam Luciano. He was drenched, his expensive suit clinging to him, his gaze fixed on the muddy patch of ground where Federico's casket had been lowered. The rumble of thunder was punctuated only by the sound of rain hitting plastic chairs.

Liam finally broke the silence, his voice soft and filled with self-blame. “I was supposed to keep him safe,” he murmured, looking at you with an expression that twisted your heart. “Not for me, but for Rosie, for you.” Your own eyes welled up, the rain mingling with your tears. There were no words to ease this pain, no way to bring back your friend.