Page 116 of Savage Vows

Houston.

Our territory.

A place she shouldn’t be.

Nico leans forward, studying the image. “She’s bold; I’ll give her that.”

“She’s a threat,” Dante snaps. “And she’s making moves right under our noses. Something has to be done.”

Dario shifts, his expression darkening. “We need to be careful. If we misstep?—”

“There’s no room for careful,” Dante interrupts, his voice rising slightly. “Not this time.”

I meet his gaze, holding it steady. “And what do you suggest?”

Dante’s jaw tightens. “I suggest we stop waiting for the Russos to screw up. I suggest we take the fight to them.”

I sit back, letting his words settle. “And?”

He pivots and strides to the door. As he leaves, he throws a few words over his shoulder. “And I’m going to be the one to do it.”

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