THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.
"You don’t rebuild an empire with ghosts, Romano. You’re chasing the past."
Romano grinned. "Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong. I’m not rebuilding Marcella’s empire. I’m creating something new. Something stronger. Something even she couldn’t have imagined."
Isabella’s patience was wearing thin. "If you wanted a fight, you should have come yourself instead of playing games."
Romano took another slow sip of his drink, then set the glass down. "Who said I didn’t?"
With a snap of his fingers, his men moved.
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