The Mafia's Reluctant Bride
“What are you planning, son? This obsession will destroy you.”
Ace looked him dead in the eye. “Stop speaking of him like he’s God. Sandro bleeds like any man. And when the curtain rises, he’ll regret ever touching what’s mine.”
He turned back to the mirror. “And don’t touch the girl. She’s mine.”
Shadow’s expression darkened, but he said nothing more and exited.
Once in his room, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
The line connected instantly.
“I’ve waited long enough,” Shadow said coldly. “I don’t care what your grand plan is, Cleo. Kill the girl. Three days. If she’s still breathing after that, I’ll handle it myself.”