I dash out of the car and run to the van where my husband is holding the plumber up against the side of the vehicle. Drago’s hand is wrapped around the guy’s throat and, going by how red in the face the poor man is, he’s choking him. “Drago!” I grab the back of his hoodie and try to pull him off. The guy looks like he’s going to pass out any moment. “Hey!” Drago looks over his shoulder and pins me with his gaze. “What?” “What, what? Are you crazy? Release the guy!” “We had a deal, Sienna. No wedding ring means men who look at you die.” He turns back toward the plumber and resumes strangling
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