110

Damon

It took me a few moments to feel the weight of Isabella's hand on my thigh, pulling me back to reality. Sergio was taking liberties, but suddenly I remembered that I wasn't wearing my mask, and hence I was only in the room as a right-hand man, not the current mafia King.

"She's no weaker than you are. Say it again. You would do well to respect the person in front of you," I said after a moment of heated silence in the room.

"I was just about to say that," George said with a smile on his easy face.

"Of course, the princess has just returned from her exile, and there is no telling what troubles she might have faced in the past. Perhaps it is too much to ask of her to show us what she can do for us, rather than us tabling forward what we can do for her," George said.

His eyes went to the man called Sergio, who flanked me, and the two shared a mutual understanding before Andrew spoke up in a smooth voice that reminded me of Alessandro.

"I second that. I believe it is too much for