Mancini's POV
I watched them from the end of the hall, the three of them, clinging to each other as if anything would change by the hug.
Pathetic.
I had warned Marie. She dared to defile me. She was not to speak to anyone without my permission. First, she agrees to Marcus taking her away, and then she thinks I didn't see the little stunt she and Marcus pulled.
I should have felt rage at the sight, but instead, a thin smile played on my lips. My men stood around the perimeter, quiet and alert. One gesture from me, and everything they were holding on to would burn to ash.
I was pretending to speak to one man I didn't remember his name. He was busy yapping on about how great Deanna was, but I wasn't listening. I tapped my phone on and sent a single text to Lionel.
Place a target on her father. Make it visible. I want her to see. Do it when I say.
