Chapter 25-She's Not For Sale
Massimo's POV That night I was… “Don, are you okay?” Markus’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. His tone was careful, like he knew exactly where my mind had gone. I blinked, realizing I had stopped halfway down the stairs. My fists were clenched so tight my knuckles ached. I nodded once, sharp. We continued down the steps…the sound of my shoes loud in the otherwise quiet house. “Damiano called,” I said. Markus froze for half a second on the step behind me, then caught up. “That bastard,” he muttered under his breath. “What’s your plan, Don?” I didn’t answer right away. My mind was still a mess. “For now, I just want him on his toes,” I finally said, voice low. “Not knowing what will happen to his daughter. Let him imagine every filthy thing I could be doing to her. Let it eat hi
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