The Villain's Diamond

e and cheap desperation. Elena Rossi kept her fingers moving rapidly over the sleek sc

ssive, high-society mafia princess. But Elena was no princess. She belonged in oversized hoodies, drowne

d her under the glittering chandeliers for one rea

e in your life, Elena," Marco hissed, his fingers gri

e don't appease him tonight, he'll wipe our family off the map befor

e lazy strokes of her thumb."You lost fifty million dollars of his high-grade merchandise because

ke smile and a cheap glass of champagne. If I were hi

as he raised a hand threateningly.Before his palm cou

low chatter of the Rossi guards died out, replaced by a suffocating, t

ccentuated his broad, muscular shoulders and towering six-foot-three frame. His dark hair was sharply styled, and a faint, silver scar cut through his left eyebrow, adding a lethal edge to h

was twenty, and looking at Dante, the twelve-year age gap was a physical weight in th

r. His piercing, stormy grey eyes swept across the room and locked directly onto E

before his face returned to a mask of pure ice. "Vitale," Marco s

le the debt. We have properties dow

nte's voice cut throug

itone that sent a tremor s

shipping docks are currently surrendering their weapons to my enforcers. You are bankrupt, Ro

boots echoing like a death march on the marble floor. He stopped just three feet away from Elena.

idn't look at Marco. His eyes stayed glued to Elena, scanning her defiant pos

ue," Dante murmured, his grey eyes darkening with dark

, his gloved fingers brushing against her jawline. His touch wa

idn't shrink back. She didn't whimper. Instead, she knocked his hand away with

ell don't belong to the Rossi debt department

u strip Marco of his expensive suits and sell his k

f pulling a gun, a slow, predatory smirk spread across his lips. He li

whispered, stepping directly into her personal space, for

of oxygen. Right now, I am the only

ent, tossing it onto the glass table beside them with a heavy thud. "One year

si family has surrendered entirely to the Vitales. At the end of the year, I absorb your remaining ports,

ut immediately, not eve

er. She'

er family had always viewed her as an anomaly, an outsider. She looked

ke him regret picking her. "I have conditions," Elena said, stepping closer

mused by her audacity. "A captive do

ning party," she snapped, staring

ndition two: I keep my personal tech,

y out of my way, and I s

her jaw. The absolute bravery of this twenty-year-old girl in the face of

red, his face so close she could feel t

Elena. You are signing yourself to a villain.

ned her name at the bottom of the parchment. She was officially The Villain's D