Leo’s POV
The wedding went down smoothly. Clean, sharp, no fuss. Exactly how I like it. But it wasn’t the vows or the ring that had me buzzing—it was Alessia. f*****g hell, she looked too damn pretty in that dress. All innocent and soft with that sharp tongue I love to hate. The type of girl who’d slap you across the face and still make you wanna kiss her hand after.
And yeah, the cherry on top? I’d be sending wedding photos to her sweet little husband Daniel... right before I slit his throat in his prison cell. What can I say? I’m a hopeless romantic.
My phone buzzed and I picked it up, already knowing it wouldn’t be good.
“Talk,” I said, voice cold.
“It’s Viktor,” one of my boys whispered over the line. “ He's Still pushing the production. Quiet, but steady. And most of the board’s
