Death Between Your Lips
My eyes widened, my hand still holding the door knob, and my mind struggled to grasp unto what I was seeing.
Andrew was on his knees on the cold floor, bright red blood trickling down the edge of his forehead, and there was a host of suited men standing around the dressing room.
"Andrew!"
I turned, and sure enough, Leone was sitting on the large couch, his legs crossed, a cigar dangling off the edge of his lips.
He wore a dark smile as his eyes met mine, and he slowly removed the cigar from his lips.
"You would think getting married would definitely change the dynamics with your little secret fuckboy, Ginevra. You are braver than I thought."
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