26 | Coated Exit Strategies  

*Alberto’s POV*

“Join us, Mattias.” Santoro told his son, patting the seat next to him.

It took everything in me not to pull my gun from my back and place a bullet in each of their heads. Especially when that asšhole pulled my angel with him to the table.

“Solo un gioco, padre.” (Italian for “Only one game, father.”) He said, taking the seat his father motioned before his eyes found mine. “I promised my girl we’d spend the night together.”

I swear on everything, I was fūcking seconds from creating chaos, but Isa cleared her throat before speaking. “You know that’s not—” She was saying, but the fūcker pulled her on his lap and placed his disgusting lips on hers, making her shift away uncomfortably.

Even though I was mentally planning every second of this asšhole’s tortūre, I felt Francisco stiffen at my side. It was obvious that he didn’t like this shīt any more than me, making me even more confused about the fūcking agreement to marry her off.

“Now, now, Mattias. You know