ella

polite, professional mask of a Commission emissary firmly in pla

e color drained fro

in the heavy, cigar-scente

ad, I forced my muscles to relax, pressing my back flush against Damien's hard chest and d

a. Please,

it ignited Damien. The arm around my waist tightened into a steel trap,

r on the side table. "Pour me a whiskey," he ord

t if I acted like a terrified prisoner, Luca wou

iled sigh. "I'm not a servant, Damien," I pouted, lacing my voice with

ttled my weight b

irl," he growled. His large hands gripped my hips, physically pushing me off his lap. I stumbled slightly, but be

st bored glance, and walked out into

block the sound of the men inside. I pressed my back

e bled through the wood, tight with suppressed panic. "If s

dangerous rumble. "You hav

ke a sist

ry. "Go ask her yourself. See if your precious Izzy wants t

mmediately locking onto mine. He closed the distance, his

his trash

d by two massive guards. Her beautiful face was twisted into a mask of pure contempt. She ignored Luc

the Carbone family and Dami

udy, Damien's massive frame filled the doorway. His

aid, his voice

llo stepped out f

arbone from my

ceremoniously grabbed her arm, dragging the enrag

s eyes pleading. "Izzy, listen to me. I can get you away. My family

his was the life I could have had. Safety. Decency. But the reality of Bianca's hatred and

er this tie.

. "Go back to the country, Luca?" I scoffed, injecting every ounce of materialistic poison I could muster

as if I had

h word a dagger driven into my own heart. "Now, i

s face. The girl he knew from

laying on his lips. He had watched the entire execution. "Lea

to leave, but he couldn't stop himself from glancing ba

d at me, his amber eyes stripping away my h

an arctic chill that froze the blood in my veins. "She doesn't