His father scoffed in frustration, throwing his hands in the air. “For that, you didn’t need to give in to all her demands. Have you forgotten how to make a woman submit, or should I start questioning my own upbringing?” Vittorio grimaced at his son, but Cristiano’s face remained indifferent.
“Just make her obey and get her into your bed,” Vittorio commanded in a smug tone.
When Cristiano didn’t respond or even give the slightest reaction, Vittorio yelled, “Are you even listening to me?”
“Yes, Father. And don’t worry—I know what I’m doing,” Cristiano replied in his usual cold tone.
"Good. Because you don’t have much time. Our people spotted them in our territory—they haven’t given up on searching," his father said, his tone laced with frustration.
"Then they’ll die trying," Cristiano
