Chapter 4

The combat boots were five steps away from the corner. Sofia raised her glowing phone, her lips parted in a cruel grin, ready to scream for Rocco's killers.

A heavy hand clamped around Sofia's wrist, twisting her arm down and ripping the phone from her grip.

Marco stepped out of the shadowed archway with two of his most trusted personal enforcers. He didn't look at Sofia. His face was pitch-black with fury.

"Shut your mouth," Marco hissed at his mistress in a lethal whisper.

Marco knew the brutal laws of this city. If Rocco discovered that Marco's own wife had…