The dinner took place in a private room at the back of Falcone's flagship restaurant downtown. Heavy red curtains covered the windows and blocked out the street lights. The long dark wood table sat in the middle of the room with thick white plates and real silverware laid out neat. Candles burned in glass holders and gave off a low warm light. Vincent sat at one end of the table. Raven sat to his right with her back straight and her hands resting quiet in her lap.
Matteo Falcone took the head seat. He was a big man with a thick neck and shoulders that stretched his suit jacket tight. His hands looked like they could break bones without trying. Two of his Guardians stood behind him the whole night. The Warhammer and The Berserker. The Warhammer had a shaved head and eyes that stayed cold no matter what. The Berserker had old scars across his knuckles and a smile that looked mean even when he was not talking.
They started testing her the second she walked through the door.
