TO LOVE A MONSTER
Javier Montoya’s voice boomed across the courtyard, a mockery of warmth.
The two mafia bosses met, shook hands, a handshake a decade in the making. The photographers at the edge of the estate snapped their pictures. Cameras might have called this peace, but Alessio knew better.
A war paused is still a war.
“To a new chapter,” Javier said, his smile a predator’s grin.
“To blood left in the past,” Lorenzo answered.
Alessio stood stiffly as Isabella Montoya was brought forth. She was beautiful, dark haired, delicate in an emerald gown, her expression a perfect mask of obedience. She glanced at Alessio with no more warmth than a stranger.
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