Massimo's POV
“Don, what do you plan to do with her?” Markus asked, leaning back in the leather chair across from my desk. The dim lights of my private office in the club cast long shadows across the room. Smoke from his cigar curled lazily in the air between us.
I stared at the glass of whiskey in my hand, swirling the amber liquid slowly. A dark smile tugged at my lips. “Use her as a pawn,” I said. “Killing her would be too easy. I want Damiano to be helpless. I want him to suffer. I’m going to break her, make her my toy. Let him watch his own daughter obsess over his enemy, ready to do whatever I want. She’s going to be my perfect instrument.”
Markus scoffed, shaking his head. “Here I was actually thinking you finally found a woman.”
I laughed darkly, the sound low and rough in my
