Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress
Exhaling sharply, I let her go, and she stumbles back as her eyes dart between me, my men, and the door behind her.
Rolling my shoulders back, I walk around my desk and sink into my chair.
“Take her to the wine cellar, it seems poison Ivy here is a sucker for pain.” I give the order as I pick up my tumbler glass filled two fingers high of whiskey, the amber liquid burns my throat as I toss it back in a single gulp.
Lorenzo and Luca both grab Ivy by the upper arm, and they begin to drag her out. Ivy doesn’t put up much of a fight, her hazel eyes bore into mine as she mouths the words, “You fucking arse hole,” as the door slams in her face.
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