"Watch your mouth," Killian growls, the tone in his voice making me tremble. "The whore you refer to is my wife. She is a part of my family, our family. You will show respect, or must I remind you what happens to men who disrespect what's mine?"
Sergiu dips his head, finally dropping his lingering stare away from me, allowing me a false sense of reprieve. Bu t with Killian's words still circling my head, peace is not
something I'm capable of finding. "Of course not, Killian," he says, taking the smallest step back, trying to be discreet as the woman sneers at me, her gaze now shifting from disgusted to calculated. Sergiu looks back up before fixing me with a kind smile that does not reach his eyes.
But I have to give him credit for trying. "On behalf of myself, my wife, Monica, and the DeLorenzo family, we welcome you with open arms."
