RAYNE Lilith trembles against me and I love it. I relish in the fact that even when her eyes glares at me with boldness, her body betrays her emotion. Chris is a fucking idiot to have given his daughter to me in place of an alliance. The Russo Don seemed to have forgotten that the hostility between us was more than just mere rivalry. He seemed to have forgotten what his family did to my brother fourteen years ago. If he forgot, I did not forget and now I will take out every rage churning in me, upon his daughter. "You little little feisty thing," I breathe against her ear. "I hate it when people do not listen to me, so now when I let you go, you fucking strip!" Her eyes blazes with a bravery I rarely see in the women in our world. "I will NOT strip for you, Rayne," she spits out amidst chokes, and with determination, rips my hold from her neck. I blink, rage seeping into my skin. "It is adorable that you think you have a say in this ma—" My statement is interrupted by the
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