~Victor POV~
I was on the dance floor with Angie seemingly having a passionate Latin dance that had the semblance of the Rumba or the Mambo with a heavy dash of deadly intent as my hand was firmly on Angie’s neck, mere seconds from snapping it. From the sudden tension in her body that was pressed up against my chest, she very much believed that killing her in front of all these people was a real possibility. If she had assumed a public dance would have spared her life, she was mistaken. I saw Sebastian, Tony and Lorenzo fanning multiple women out onto the dance floor around us to distract from what I was doing as Frank and Kaleb seemed to be keeping a look-out.
Angie began to gasp for air. “OK Vic… Victor! But if you kill me, you will never know why the DA is after you,” she choked out
