I Dropped Champagne at His Engagement Party—Then the Most Dangerous Man in the City Claimed Me
We emerged into the hotel’s circular drive where a black SUV waited, engine running. The windows were tinted so dark I couldn’t see inside. Another SUV idled behind it, and I realized with a start that there were probably more—a whole convoy hidden in the shadows. The guard opened the rear door, and Mr. Castellano…
