Chapter Six
Alessia’s POV
"You think this is funny?" My voice came out sharp, my breathing uneven. "You think you can kidnap me, talk s**t, and walk away like this is a joke?"
Leo exhaled lazily and reached for a cigar from the polished marble table beside him. The room reeked of leather, smoke, and Sauvage—the cologne he drowned himself in like he owned the damn world. His dark hair was styled back, sharp jawline flexing as he rolled the cigar between his fingers before lighting it.
"Sweetheart," he said smoothly, taking a slow drag, "if I wanted to joke around, I’d be doing it with someone who actually knows how to take one."
I gritted my teeth. "You’re a disgusting, power-drunk bastard—"
Leo chuckled. "Oh, that’s creative. You should put that in your little cop report."
