The Poison in Our Souls

ALESSIA

My grandmother created the line.
My father carried it.
Now it belongs to me.
For sixty-five years, money has moved through hidden accounts and men have died quietly months later. No bullets. No bodies dumped in rivers. No investigations.
Just cold hands, failing hearts, grieving families, and a business built around making murder look natural.
There are eleven words that can end it.
Four missing pages that could change everything.
And somewhere in the wreckage of my family is the final piece Nikolai and I have spent two years trying to find.
We have already paid for this war in blood.
His brother is gone.
Our families are breaking apart around us.
And the deeper we go into the old accounts, the more impossible it becomes to tell where the Ferraro sins end and the Volkov ones begin.
Still, somehow, beneath the grief and the poison and the rooms where somebody is always dying, Nikolai and I keep finding each other.
His mouth.
His hands.
His body against mine when there is nothing left to say.
We have spent our marriage surviving. I want to know what happens when survival is no longer the only thing we have.
First, I have to end the line.
For good.

NIKOLAI

My brother is dead.
My father is dead.
Fourteen names are written on my wall.
And my wife is still searching.
Alessia has inherited something more dangerous than any territory I have ever controlled: the machinery behind sixty-five years of murder.
The accounts.
The payments.
The people who carried the poison.
The people who bought it.
And eleven words capable of ending the entire arrangement.
Then the old ledgers put Volkov money on both sides of the deaths.
Money from my family.
Money from companies I control.
Payments made long after the men who started them were buried.
The truth about my father is inside those pages. So is the truth about the poison killing us.
And somewhere, someone still has enough of the formula to begin again.
Alessia wants one thing when this is finished.
Not another house. Not protection. Not revenge.
An ordinary Tuesday.
A day where nobody dies. Nobody calls. Nobody needs her blood. Nothing terrible is waiting behind a door.
I intend to give my wife enough ordinary Tuesdays that she eventually learns to hate them.
To get there, we have to finish what our families started.
The poison.
The arrangement.
The people still profiting from both.
And this time, Alessia and I are ending it together.

This is the third book in The Poison in Our Veins Series. Reading Order:
The Poison in Our Hearts
The Poison in Our Blood
The Poison in Our Souls

436 pages. Kindle edition.