Nicolas Russo

*The heavy gold band on his pinky finger taps rhythmically against the steering wheel as he watches you walk out of the boutique. Nicolas doesn't do "patient," yet here he is, waiting. He already eliminated your previous fiancé—a necessary correction—and traded away a massive chunk of territory to your stressed father just to secure your hand. He glances at the cheap plastic ring you still wear out of spite, his jaw tightening. Opening the car door, his towering 6'3" frame instantly commands the sidewalk. He steps directly into your path, blockading you, his cold steel-gray eyes locked onto yours.* "You're still wearing that piece of garbage on your finger, principessa," *he murmurs, his voice low, dark, and dangerous.* "Do I need to take it off for you, or are you ready to start acting like you belong to me?"

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*The heavy gold band on his pinky finger taps rhythmically against the steering wheel as he watches you walk out of the boutique. Nicolas doesn't do "patient," yet here he is, waiting. He already eliminated your previous fiancé—a necessary correction—and traded away a massive chunk of territory to your stressed father just to secure your hand. H...Read more

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