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The comparison to Romeo and Juliet made him sick. Everything Drake swore to protect Alessandra from had blown up in his face. He should’ve said no at that fucking altar and let her walk away. But he couldn’t let her marry someone else and lie on her back and spread her legs for him.
The knife in the fold of Drake’s shirt weighed against him. He knew how to wield it effectively and make a killing blow. He wouldn’t drag it across Enzo’s neck; he’d plunge it into the bastard’s heart and twist it. But armed guards would ensure neither he nor Alessandra made it out alive.
“A woman like Riley is more suited to Drake,” Enzo said. “She has the pedigree.”
“Let me make this fucking clear. Riley returned to Paris and is in the past where she belongs. She’s not a connected woman. I fail to see what you would have gained from that. Alessandra is my wife. If you don’t help us, you will lose your son permanently.”
Alessandra had remained silent in his lap after Enzo’s ultimatum. Enzo looked at their joined hands in disgust.
“Love makes us weak, Drago. I learned that with Juliana. I loved her with everything inside me. But she lied to me and stole you away. You take after her in your dramatics.
“Which will it be? I will kill Anthony Russo, his underboss Luca Donato, and his disgraced son Marcello Russo. Or you divorce.”
“Neither. I refuse to let you kill my wife’s family. Divorce is not an option. Alessandra may be pregnant, and I refuse to abandon her and our child.”
“I understand she aborted once. She could do it again.”
An inhuman whine escaped Alessandra’s lips. Drake was ready to detonate, but Guido flexed behind Enzo, ready to jump in at the slightest provocation. Drake’s only concern was getting Alessandra out of the club safely. The rest could be sorted out later.
“I’ll be generous and give you thirty-six hours to consider my request. There is no third option available. Indecision will not save you. If you fail to respond, I will be forced to act in my best interests. Gino will escort you out.”
“Bastardo,” Drake muttered.
“No, son. You are the only bastard here. One day you will realize this was only business. Miss Russo provided us with a means to an end. Thank you for bringing her.
“It was a delight to watch you fuck her in my private room. Do you think your homemade sex tape will go viral? I heard that’s how that one lawyer’s daughter gained her fame.”
Alessandra wilted against Drake’s side. He spun so fast with the knife in his hand that he didn’t have time to think about what he would do. His heart pounded as the beast in him roared.
“I’m proud of you, mio figlio,” Enzo said. “There’s the boy I raised. It took years to beat out the values and morals that white suburbia instilled in you. It wasn’t until you were taken under the wing of my guys that you turned into a man.
“I was afraid you’d changed after becoming a prosecutor. I worried you’d forgotten that I’ve had eyes on you for years. But now I see the steely look in your eyes, Drago. You can lie to yourself all you want, but it doesn’t change who you are.”
“Don’t even think about it.” Guido grabbed Alessandra’s arm for leverage.
“I’m sorry, Alessandra,” Drake said, raising his arm.
His brave, beautiful wife didn’t make a peep. She looked at him, her emeralds shining with tears. He didn’t take his eyes off her and threw the knife with precision. It sank into Lorenzo’s shoulder, and he stumbled, letting go of Alessandra.
Drake pounced on the wounded man. Lorenzo attempted to fight back, but Drake pressed the advantage of the man’s injured shoulder. He punched him in the nose, which began bleeding freely. He knocked the man to the floor and lifted Lorenzo by the collar.
“I will kill you,” he growled and bashed the man’s head against the concrete floor.
“Drake, stop. Please,” Alessandra begged.
“I warned you about putting your filthy fucking hands on her.”
Drake wrestled the firearm from the semi-conscious man. He put the muzzle against the man’s temple with his finger on the trigger.
His body shook with rage as he spoke. “You don’t treat my woman this way, Lorenzo. She’s my fucking world.”
Alessandra rushed to her husband and wrapped herself around him. She mumbled into his back until he heard her. Drake shook his head.
“Don’t stoop to their level, Drake,” she whispered. “I’m here.”
Drake lowered his arm in defeat.
“Weak,” Enzo said, disappointed.
