*Tallon*
‘It’s time,’ I thought coldly.
It was the wee hours of the morning when I found myself getting ready to face off against Ivan. I slid into my best suit and checked my appearance in the wall-length mirror. I wasn’t going to lie; I looked sharp. But I needed to appear lethal. Ivan needed to know just from looking at me that he royally fucked up by thinking his family could ever step foot back into Venice.
With little to no sleep under my belt, I was both wired and ready for this whole mess to be over. I couldn’t wait to see the look on the asshole’s face when he’d discovered his mistake. But now was not the time to be getting cocky. Even if I had full confidence in the plan that was set in place, I forced myself to stay realistic.
Because in reality, when it finally came down to facing any enemy—anything could truly happen.