“Your decision to come after Clara will cost you dearly,” I promised him, my voice low and threatening. “I have never had a reason to come at you. Do not create one, because I won’t be merciful.”
“I promised you that I’d come after anyone you hold dear in your life,” Ricci taunted, his voice dripping with malicious excitement. “Anyone you’re scared of losing, anyone close to your heart. I vowed to make them my targets.”
His words fueled my rage, and I began mentally planning how many men I’d need to dispatch to end this vendetta once and for all.
“Honestly, Ciro, I didn’t think I’d see this day come,” he continued, reveling in his own twisted joy. “I thought you’d forever remain single, your heart rigid and untouchable. I thought I’d die without making you feel the same pain I did. But
