DE LUCIOUS

Elira’s POV

He scrambles, eyes darting around the room.

“H-he wanted her… his daughter—” He swallows thickly, “…to marry your cousin. To—”

“Say it properly,” I tell him. “Say what he wanted. Don’t dance for me. I don’t have patience for parlor plays.”

He glares, the bravado of the mob boss still trying to shape his face though the rest of him is falling apart. “He wanted her to marry one of your cousins. A Moretti cousin. De Lucious thought it would help his reputation considering the fact that he got blacklisted recently. Your grandfather, your old man… He refused

“Said he won’t trade with liars and snakes....