"Antonio Salvador doesn't send gifts," Matteo said, standing behind his long mahogany table in his office.
"He sends messages. And messages are answered," he continued. He wasn't furious. What was behind his eyes was precision.
"His Haven club he likes to believe it's his territory," his voice was a soft tone that carried more weight than a shout. "I want it reduced to nothing but ash."
Antonio's empire sprawled across several cities, but there were places he favored... nightclubs dressed up as glamour, laundering money beneath velvet ropes and dim lights.
"Consider it done, Boss." Nico nodded, turning to leave, and instruct the men waiting outside.
"And Nico?" Matteo's voice stopped him.
"I want the box and the roses placed exactly in the center of the ashes," Matteo said.
"If Antonio wants to play delivery boy, show him what happens to his gifts in my house."
Nico nodded and left to carry out the job.
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The first thing Anastasia felt when she woke up was the ache.
