"The Belluccis have nothing to do with her."
Orion’s voice was a blade drawn slowly from its sheath—low, lethal, each syllable a deliberate cut through the silence.
The weight of his words settled over the room like a burial shroud. "I will not drag her into the filth of the underworld."
He let the declaration hang, a guillotine poised above their necks, before adding with icy finality, "She will only know CEO Orion Black."
His gaze swept to everyone around, sharp enough to draw blood. "She will never be a weapon. Never a pawn—not for me, and 'certainly' not for the Petrovs." The warning in his voice was a live wire, sparking with barely leashed violence. The air itself seemed to crystallize with the threat.
A suffocating silence answered him. Orion held their stares, one by one,
