Antonio’s blood was boiling. He couldn’t believe Cassandra’s nerve. First of all, she was ballsy enough to show up at his club as if nothing had happened - almost as if he hadn’t forbidden her from coming. Secondly, she had the guts to point a gun not only at him, but also at Tara’s head. And then, as if that wasn’t enough, she now kindapped his beloved Tara.
The woman was invoking his wrath. She was just too delusional to believe he could actually hurt her.
“No more holding back,” he growled at the dumbfounded Alex who still didn’t have any clue as to what was happening.
“What’s going on, boss?” His most trusted man all but stuttered.
“What’s going on,” he echoed disbelievingly, almost as if the problem should be obvious to all. “Tara’s been kidnapped.”
If the widening of Alex’
