{SASHA}
I can see Tyler's reflection in the large antique mirror hanging on the opposite wall, and I feel like I'm sitting in the audience of a play as I watch him silently lift his arm and point.
Gloria follows his finger, turning her head to stare at the man next to her, disbelieving. Bryne blinks. Laughs. "Are you for real?"
"Bullshit," O'Hara growls in a low voice.
Gloria looks back at Tyler with a wordless question. He nods.
"No," O'Hara says roughly. "There's no way—"
"You motherfucker," Murphy says, turning to sean in astonishment. "But I should've known." His face darkens.
He looks at Gloria. "I never felt right about him, right from the start."
"I did all I could for that asshole Angelo," Byrne says indignantly. "You and I both know he was the rightful heir. We all knew he was stronger and more heady. What did you do, Murphy?" Byrne spreads his hands in appeal to O'Hara. "Conor, come on. You're going to believe these Italian fuckers over me?"
