Selena
"Let the hunt begin!" He smirked.
The Zhorovs had awoken a slumbering giant and signed their own death warrants by provoking the Cerianni's wrath.
Now they would reap the consequences as Enzo and I rained down a purging firestorm to scour their stain from the fabric of our dominion once and for all.
"It's time," Enzo growled, the menacing timbre of his voice sending a shiver of sadistic anticipation down my spine. "Get the men mobilized, consigliere. I want every viable strike team prepared to initiate our counter-offensive."
I gave a curt nod, desire and eager brutality simmering in my veins. "Of course, amore. Marco, Luca and their crews will have their marching orders within the hour."