NINE.

ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO.

What the…

Slowly, I turn my head to face the she-devil, who dons the face of an Angel.

Shock is evident on her face as it is on mine, causing my eyes to cloud over with little flames of wrath that flicker brightly, reflecting in her hazel eyes staring back at me. And it's almost blinding.

I brush my knuckles across my cheek where it stings, my gaze boring into hers as she continues to peer up at me with eyes that betray her.

I know she is trying to put up a front, trying to deceive me that she isn’t body-crippling terrified of me.

And she should be. She has every right to fear me.

This beautiful creature that is a spitting image of her sister has no idea that I have killed a man for doing so much less.

Cazzo! My inner God howls, thumping his chest with his hands curled tightly.

I growl in a low, fierce snarl. It rips through the atmosphere as I throw the money on the ground at her feet, and it disperses across the carpet.

Ivy cautiously takes a step