ALESSANDRO FURY
The ornate glass decanter trembled ever so slightly as Alessandro poured himself a drink, his jaw locked tight, the veins in his neck pulsing. His fingers were white-knuckled around the crystal tumbler as he brought it to his lips and downed the scotch in one swallow. "She's what?" he asked again, his voice low, deadly. The man standing across from him—dressed in black and visibly sweating despite the chill in the air—swallowed hard. "Pregnant, sir. Mrs Katie Kyrkos is pregnant. It was confirmed at a private hospital just outside Athens. Word is... Yannis is the father." The glass shattered against the marble fireplace. Alessandro's breath hissed out between his teeth as he turned slowly, eyes dark and sharp like the tip of a blade. "After everything I've done... everything I've endur
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