“You’ve gone too fucking far,” Papà spit. “Elena is not yours until the marriage. And if you’ve somehow forgotten—that hasn’t fucking happened yet.” “Let me enlighten you, Salvatore,” Nico growled. “As soon as the contract was signed she was mine.” “Fuck the contract and. Fuck. You. Ace.” Nico ran a hand across his jaw with sardonic amusement. “You’re backing out?” “That’s what I said.” My heart threatened to beat out of my chest. Nico took a step toward my papà. “You want to know how to start a war with me, Salvatore? This would be how to do it.”
