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