“If you ever try to convince my wife to leave me, I will end you,” he said, ice in his voice. Dimi inclined his head. “And if you ever do anything to hurt my sister, I will end you.” They faced off, expressions blank, eyes locked, until a slow smile spread across my brother’s face. “I look forward to forming a new alliance with you, Don Rossi. A real one.” Matteo’s expression remained stoic, and then he nodded. “And with you,” Dimi said, inclining his head at Ronan, who was standing halfway down the aisle with Leona. “Oh, wonderful. Someone finally realized I was here,” he muttered.
