**Rossi**
*The Day Before the Wedding*
Tomorrow.
In less than twenty-four hours, Kiara Romano would walk down the aisle of the cathedral and become Kiara Del Brenta my wife in the eyes of God, the law, and every powerful family in northern Italy.
I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of my office, whiskey glass in hand, watching the final security sweep of the grounds. Extra men had been brought in. Snipers were positioned on the rooftops. Every guest list had been triple-checked. The Messina family had gone quiet, which only made me more vigilant. Silence from enemies usually meant they were planning something louder.
But my mind wasn’t on the Messina threat.
Kiara had barely spoken since last night. After I bit her neck and licked the small wound clean, after I held her through t
