CASSIAN
Surviving wasn't what I wanted.
Owning this city and making Vittorio feel it was what I wanted.
And so after the last attack at the moment terminal, the fucking shoot out that had led to the death of three of my men.
I'd drawn the line.
I held a glass of wine in one hand as Nico, Luca and most of my men occupied different positions inside Bellavista Hotel —owned by Dario Martinez, one of my father's trusted men.
Vittorio let out an amused breath. "You know, you and I—we're a lot more alike than you think, Cassian."
The expression on my face mirrored Luca's.
None.
Irritation unfurled in my chest. My hand twitched but I wouldn't let myself react.
Not yet.
"Doubtful." I said, voice cold.
He laughed through a glass of Nero D'Avola.
He fucking laughed while drinking my fucking wine.
I'd made a special order for it.
And the bloody bastard had stretched his fucking hand glittering with gold rings across the table and taken my glass.
It was the balls of him.
