The fucker had put a bounty on my head, Alexander thought as he stared incredulously at the paper in his hand.
In Italy, the word bounty was always sought after especially when it involved someone like him. He had to admit that he never thought the Rodrigues could pull off something like this and because of a girl; he wasn’t one to believe in love, it was kind of an abstract concept to him but judging from how much Lucien had put into the location of Mara Sinclair… they were in love?
“Motherfucker!” He bellowed, slapping the paper down on the table.
Mara flinched as she observed him; she had been taken back to the den where she was first brought in and although he had unbound her hands, he moved the chains to her legs. She sat quietly hoping to disappear into one of the furniture but ev
