The Hidden Bride
n that filled the dimly lit warehouse. It was the kind of place where decisions wer
ion unreadable. He had built his empire on calculated risks, on ruthless de
s hands folded, his face pale despite the bravado in his stance. He had made
" the man admitted, his voice
of his drink, his dark e
tween them, heavy wi
tationed around the room. "But we don't have to be enemies. I ca
s down with a quiet
"An alliance. My network, my resources-everything at yo
the consequences. He didn't need the man's network-he could take it if he wanted. B
Lorenzo mused.
enched. "What el
his voice a quiet prom
eant. Loyalty to Lorenzo DeLuca wasn't just a word-it was a
renzo's lips. "Still w
efuse. But then, with a resigned nod, he rea
oss his palm, the crimson spilling onto the tabl
before mirroring the action, his
al was
her piece of the underwo