Luciano fixed her with a flinty stare, well aware of the chaos brewing in her mind and the damage her sinful mouth could inflict. He was paying for her body, but he wasn’t about to let his family in on that sordid detail.
His tone dropped to a sub-zero temperature as he warned, “You’re overstepping, Rosie. Remember exactly why you’re here.”
Rosa’s eyes glinted with an unspoken challenge. She parted her lips to retaliate, but he narrowed his gaze, the air in the room turning heavy. “One more word,” he warned, “and I won’t hesitate to remind you exactly what I’m capable of.”
Rosa burned him with a look of pure fury, but Luciano remained impassive, his expression a mask of cold stone.
“Go to the bedroom,” he commanded.
Rosa let out a sharp huff of frustration before spinning on her heel
