As the night wore on, Alessandro’s thoughts grew darker, his plans more twisted. He would break Rowan, make him regret ever crossing him. And Amara... she would be the key to it all.
A pawn in a game much larger than she could ever understand.
Alessandro’s gaze drifted back to the mansion, to the firelight flickering on the walls. He could almost see it now.. the moment when Rowan realized he had lost, when he understood that Alessandro was not a man to be trifled with.
Alessandro’s phone buzzed, pulling him from his thoughts. He glanced at the screen.. a message from another of his men, confirming that everything was in place.
He nodded to himself, satisfied. “Good,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. Everything was falling into place, just as he had planned.
He turned
