“We need to have a little talk,” I growled at Pietro, snatching him by the back of the neck and yanking him away from some pretty girl who probably only wanted him for his money. I shoved him through the crowd and back toward my office. “Now.”
“The f**k do you want?” he said, trying to tear himself away from me.
But I clutched him tighter and pushed him into the back hallway.
When I walked into my office with Pietro in tow, Sage was holding on to my wife with her face buried into Laila’s neck as she sobbed. I clenched my jaw and shoved Pietro farther into the room, shutting the door behind me.
I had completely f****d up.
I should’ve told Sage what was happening. At least that I would put a gun to her stomach, force her to lie, and then push Laila to the edge in order to get her to kil
