"I said let go of her."
Adriano didn't raise his voice. He stepped between us instead, not touching Vittoria, just there, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to hold his eyes. Her fingers were still locked around my wrist. I could feel each nail.
"Whatever's left of whatever you think you're owed, you bring it to me. Not to her." He said it slowly, like he wanted every person within earshot to have time to write it down. "You put your hands on her again, arrangement or no arrangement, family or no family, and it will be the last mistake you make in this city. That's not a threat. Ask anyone in this room."
Nobody in the room moved. Somewhere behind me a glass touched a table and the sound was enormous.
Vittoria looked at him for a long moment. I watched her do the math. Fury
