Pedro took a deep, dramatic breath, muttered a quick silent prayer, and sat down on the leather couch right beside Syrene.
He leaned over, resting his head lightly against her shoulder while draping one hand over her forearm. Syrene immediately leaned back, breaking into a bright, animated laugh as if Pedro had just told the funniest joke in the world. She threw her head back, chatting away with him, intentionally ignoring the sudden drop in the room's temperature.
Across the table, Roman froze.
The silence that swept over the VIP balcony was absolute. Roman’s dark eyes narrowed into slits, literally burning holes into Pedro. The dangerous, suffocating aura radiating off the Capo caused the surrounding lieutenants and the women clinging to him to go stiff with terror.
Without breaking
