Chapter Twelve

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Upper East Side, New York

Draken

I have never been one to be motivated by temptation. All of my plans were executed with precision, fueled only by my desire to conquer my task.

That was my father’s way of doing things and I had adopted his methods. I had modified them, made them better. I had been taught better.

And yet everything else is moot until Alessandra becomes mine...

Thoughts of her had swirled in my mind for most of the week, more so now that my plans for her were looming.

The way she stood beside me that night, staring at me through the most gorgeous blue eyes. Haunted eyes that echoed more than she tried to hide.

She loved the man her sister married. A tragic end to her love triangle and an open opportunity for me.

This was the one thing that Massimo Rinaldi and I agreed on.

Thoughts of how gorgeous she looked as she smoked my cigarette, her olive skin almost shimmering under the light of the half moon, a dress that left very little to the imagination.

Every