I am your Master

NICO

I was furious. I didn’t mean to say those words to Darina, but the thought of Marcello having his hands on her, on what was mine, had me seeing red. Her grey eyes were dark and huge in her pale face. The scent of her fear washed over me. My mate was terrified of me. Hell, I couldn’t blame her.

“Sal!” I roared out and Sal came running down the steps.

“Yeah, Nico?”

“Take out the garbage. Don’t ice him. He needs to take a message to Marcello.” I grinned at Sal, he understood perfectly. He would give him a beating to within an inch of his life. While Salvatore unchained the man I went over to Darina where she still sat on the chair. I placed my hand on her shoulder and she flinched.

The guy landed with a thump on the floor. He scrambled unsteadily to his feet.

“What is your name?” I asked, my hand still resting on Darina’s shoulder.

“Phillip.” He said, his lips trembling.

“Well, Phillip, tell Marcello I find it offensive what he did tonight. If he doesn’t want me to wipe out his org