My teeth grind against each other. He only cared for Gianna, not Bella.
“It’s safe here now. Santino—”
“I said no.” His voice turns thunderous, and he looks at me. “Bring her to me now.”
Bella is still gripping my arm fiercely. I turn my head just enough to see Lucenzo’s shadow beneath the study door. He’s still waiting with his machine gun at the ready.
“She’s staying.” I hold his gaze. Even as he turns a shade of red. Even as he starts to curse me in creative ways.
He motions toward his men. They draw their weapons.
I hear the click of Lucenzo firing up the machine gun. I’m about to tackle Bella to the ground when she screams out, “I demand a favor of you on the day of your daughter’s wedding, and you cannot refuse! That is our law!”