The Mafia's Reluctant Bride
“Don't touch her. Not a fucking hair. If you so much as breathe in her direction, I’ll burn you, this clan, and every motherfucker tied to your name to ash.”
Shadow exhaled long and slow.
“You forget I made you, boy.”
“No,” Ace hissed, lips curling. “You built a monster… and now you can’t control him.”
They stared at each other in silence—two devils sharing the same fire.
Then Shadow picked up his phone, fingers tapping fast.
Text to Cleo:
> Don’t do anything for now.
He dropped the phone on the desk and looked back at Ace. “Happy now?”
Ace smirked darkly. “Overjoyed.”