ALESSIA'S POV:
"I'll take care of it." I glanced at Cesare.
"What if you can't?" He looked at me, a grin forming on his lips.
"I'll do whatever you want."
"You're already mine to command as I wish." He shook his head.
"You've been stubborn, but there's no mule that can't be tamed with the right motivation."
"I'll—"
"Your father," he interrupted.
"He dies if you can't."
My stomach twisted instantly.
What? What sort of—
"That's an appropriate punishment," the Capo snickered. "I'll say the whole family—"
"You don't get to say anything," Cesare interjected in a fierce tone. "She's mine."
"Y–Yes, Boss." He stuttered, looking at the others as they murmured.
"How will you take care of it?" He glanced at me, leaning against his chair.
I stared at him for a while and exhaled.
"Angel
