The storm outside was nothing compared to what I felt inside. My heels clicked angrily against the hard floor, each step full of rage. Angelo’s men scattered as I walked down the hallway, but I didn’t care. Let them stare. Let them gossip. I was done worrying about it.
Tonight, I discovered the real Angelo. He wasn't just some ruthless guy with a bloody empire or the monster I was stuck marrying. No, it was worse. He could just toss me away like I was nothing, a pawn in his game, a bargaining chip.
I threw open the heavy doors of his study, and they slammed against the wall. There he was, of course, always there. Sitting like a king behind his desk, a glass of whiskey in hand and smoke curling from his half-burnt cigar. His black shirt was open at the collar, showing off a gold chain an
