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“Mariana won’t like this idea,” Lorenzo points out. “You know how she feels about holding women hostage.”

“She won’t know unless either of you runs your mouths,” I tell him. I promised her I would get revenge for Dante. What I didn’t promise her, though, was that I would seek the revenge in a holy way.

Revenge is messy; she knows that much. And honestly, all she needs to know is the basics, not the details.

I have a plan, and it's going to be perfect if my men follow my instructions. “We need to make sure we can get out of there without a hitch. You all know what to do. Lorenzo, you'll take care of the security and get the place scouted. Luca, you'll help with the arrangements. I want this to be seamless. No mistakes.”

My gaze drifts off as I think about my Plan A, Plan B, and Plan C, just in case. This is not going to be easy, but it will be worth it. I can feel the heat of revenge burning within me, fueling my every move.

“Peter will be expecting you at the wedding,” Luca says. “What do we do if he already made plans of his own?”

“Have some of our men keep an eye on him. Bug his car, his office. Do whatever needs to be done.”

I fill my glass again and drown another shot of tequila. My lips curl with a smug smile as I think of Vivienne. I can imagine how shocked she’ll be when I ruin her little wedding. I can’t waitto see the way she’ll glare at me with those big, beautiful eyes. The fierceness and defiance I’ll find in them.

I hope she enjoys whatever time she has now, because her life will change forever in a couple of days.

7

Vivienne

It's been a week since Antonio had a gun pointed to my papa's temple. Thankfully, Harper didn't come home until the following day, so she has no idea about what happened that night.

But I haven't forgotten about it one bit. I still have the memories sneaking into my dreams. I can't forget the dead bodies lying in their own pool of blood or the crazed look in Antonio's eyes as he threatened my papa. It still feels like I am stuck in a nightmare.

“We'll be meeting again, gattina.”

I haven't forgotten his promise, not even for a second since that night. I could brush it off as him just trying to scare me, but I know he wasn’t bluffing when he said that. Antonio is simply not the type of man to make promises he won't keep.

A shiver runs down my spine at the thought the thought of getting in the mix of whatever business it is he has with my father. It doesn’t help my case that I attacked him, either.

Goddammit, I’m in the mix already.

I flinch when I suddenly feel something warm and rough glide down my thighs, and that is when I remember where I am.

I’m at a dinner with my papa and the man I am to marry—a man who is three my age and a disgusting piece of shift.

Shifting my legs away from his reach, I frown at him. But the bastard doesn’t take the hint that I am disgusted by his touch. Either that, or he doesn’t just give a shit about respecting boundaries.

He smiles at me, his gray eyes shining with a type of sick amusement that makes bile creep up my throat. I can’t believe this is who my papa expects me to marry.

My stomach churns as a wave of anxiety surges through me. My papa's eyes lock with mine, and for a moment, I hope he will see how much I hate being here. But he ignores me and shifts his gaze to Enzo.

“We need to hasten things before Antonio figures out what we’re planning,” Papa says with slightly creased brows. “We don’t have much time.”

Enzo chuckles darkly. “You’re a fool if you think he hasn’t figured it out by now. He is no fool.”

“I don’t care if he has. What matters is that we make our move before he does.”

“Then we must rush the wedding forward,” Enzo decides. “A month from today.”

My chest tightens when my father says, “A week.” He glances at me as if he’s daring me to protest. “There is no time to waste.”

I gulp down the glass of water in front of me to push down the rage in my guts. I dislike how my father is treating marrying me off as if I am nothing more than one of his prized possessions.

No one here cares about me or what I want. The only relief I am getting in all of this is that I am the one in this situation, not Harper. She doesn’t even know about this yet, but I can imaginehow angry she will be when she finds out. Maybe Papa will listen to her and call this engagement off, but I doubt he will. Not with how desperate he is to get Antonio off his back.

The glass door of the restaurant to my right opens, and for a moment, I consider running away. Maybe I can move to some country far away and start a new life in a place where no one knows me.

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