She hadn't wanted to overstep. She huffed softly under her breath, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.
Now she didn't give a shit. Bianca could eat dirt.
The last time they had faced each other, Bianca had held the upper hand. She had a gun, she had the illusion of power.
Now, they stood on equal ground. They were both under the protection of the familia now.
Her gaze lifted toward the entrance of the café, scanning without appearing to. Bianca would come.
She wouldn't be able to resist.
Veronica had just placed herself in a position that demanded attention. A few minutes passed and then she entered.
