Sloane's POV
I watched Vincenzo storm in with his mafia crew behind him.
He wore a perfectly tailored suit that his muscles nearly burst out of. His leather shoes clicked against the polished floor as he walked with that casual, rebellious swagger of his, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"This damn dog is causing trouble again," Vincenzo said calmly. "Zane, I already told you. As long as we brothers are around, you'll never get close to Sloane again."
Damn it. By saying that, he basically just admitted I was still alive.
I wanted to rush down there and rip his mouth apart.
Zane sneered at him, "A werewolf who fights with guns? You're a disgrace to our entire race. What makes you think you can even talk to me?"
But honestly... his arrogance didn't last very long. Wh
