Page 214 of Legacy
“Whatever you need to ask my wife goes through me now.”
Luciano laughs again. This one sharper. Meaner. “Possessive today, aren’t we, Sinner?”
“Say what you want,” I murmur, my voice like a warning under velvet.
He sighs like I’m wasting his time. “I need her to go to Obsidian to sign papers. It’s a property deal I’m finalizing with Zephyr Blackwell. I won’t be stateside until next month.”
Zephyr.
The name drops like poison in my gut.
Dom. Prick.And Adriana’s ex.
I drag my eyes down her body. She feels it. Her spine straightens, her chin lifts, her eyes meet mine.
All fire. All fury.
She’s pissed.
Good. So am I.
I could tell her no. Could start a war in this room before she even makes it to that fucking club.
Or, I weigh the options.
I’m the goddamn Don.
I don’t answer to Castillo. And she doesn’t sign anything unless I say she does.
So I give Luciano the answer I know will cut deepest.
“I’ll sign as proxy,” I say coldly. “She’s mine.”
Silence.
A pause just long enough for his pride to bleed.
Then he exhales.
“Do what you want,” he says. “Just get the paperwork signed. I don’t give a fuck who signs it.”
The call ends.
I lower the phone slowly, watching Adriana.
Her eyes are filled with fire.
But I’m not sorry.
Not for claiming her. Not for protecting her. Not for reminding everyone—including her—who the fuck I am.
“When were you planning to sneak off and see him?” My voice drops. Cold. Accusing.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Blackwell.”
“Is that what Luciano wanted?”
