The boardroom was cleared of Leo within seconds.
He didn't fight as Dante’s personal guards dragged him out. The cowardly bravado had evaporated, leaving behind a sobbing, pathetic shell of a man who finally understood the gravity of crossing the Don. His fate was sealed, but his execution could wait. First, we needed to sever the head of the snake he had foolishly allied himself with.
"Bring her in," Dante commanded, his voice echoing in the sudden emptiness of the boardroom.
The heavy double doors opened once more. Two guards hauled a struggling, furious woman into the room, tossing her roughly into the wooden chair Leo had just vacated.
Sofia.
Her crimson dress from the night of the attack was long gone, replaced by a cheap, wrinkled grey tracksuit provided by her captors. Her dark
