The Lord Of Chaos: A Forced Marriage
In silence, the officer left the room, aware that the conversation unfolding was far above his authority.
“Don’t waste my time, Don Lucchese,” Élodie began, her voice firm and cutting, each word edged with command.
“Go fuck yourself, Élodie,” Vincenzo replied in a cold, deliberate tone, lifting his cuffed wrist so the clink of metal rang through the room. “Dragging me through the city like this was brilliant on your part. If the goal was to paint a bigger target on my back, congratulations—you executed it perfectly.”
“Spare me the theatrics, because I intend to return to Lyon today,” she answered with implacable calm. “You have only two options: honor our agreement or leave here in handcuffs
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