Kiss The Enemy

sa Nera at 2:00," Marsh said, trying to catch

t grumpy old man?" Kai mut

less you want to start a mafia war, you have to

ding him into the dangerous, lithe, infamous man he was now. Lorenzo had always been a stern father, affection measured in protection, loyalty,

s, sharp-tongued and sharper-minded. He hated the Castellanos with a passion that bordered on ob

men in front of foreign dignitaries. Alessio had finally forced the enemy heir into his office. All he needed was a sli

he same shade as his father's, but his eyes, those piercing icy blues belonged to the mother he barely remembered. Six feet tall, with a presenc

led. Never h

id, rolling his eyes as he walked down t

ve long legs and no patience," Marsh huff

on his leather gloves with surgical prec

s breath. "Remind me ag

enough to give him a side-glance

ad across Marsh'

a warning growl. The drive to Alessio's estate was quiet, thick with tension. Kai didn't speak. He never

. White columns, gold accents, and tall, wrought-iron gates like a royal tomb dressed in luxury. The guar

the ceiling, and the smell of fresh roses hung heavy in the air, no doubt a calc

ated like a king at his throne. His s

. Right on time," Alessio sa

handshake. "Let's g

inded jabs, the double doors at the side creaked op

n she w

the room. Her hair was dark, falling in waves over her shoulders, and her eyes, God, her eyes w

tly. "Ah, I see you'

t something in his chest shifte

like a man who'd just played h

ething between a smirk and a

move. Did

ehind him, whispered low e

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