Marco's POV
‘Time's up, bitches!’
“You. You. You.”
I pointed at Ramson's staff, one at a time, my eyes as red as a wounded bull, fingers almost sticking in their faces, and my voice deep with a thick slice of poison.
“No more going through his galleries. Stick to his call logs.”
They gulped dryly in fear and nodded, eyes pinned to my fierce statue.
“And if any f*****g photo leaks…” I let out a dark chuckle. “There'd be no pieces of your body left to bury. Not even your loved ones will be spared.”
Again, they nodded firmly, too terrified to say a word in argument or defense.
With that, I turned to leave, nurturing the darkest thoughts for Kaid. I'd peel his sacs like onions and dice his testicle.
The f**k he was playing with?!
“Mr. Conti.”
Ramson rushed behind me. When I
