Lorenzo POV
I was reviewing the footage from the warehouse when the message popped up on my laptop.
“Moretti girl was scheduled to marry Antonio DeLuca tomorrow. Cathedral booked. Dress delivered this morning.”
Rage ignited in my veins like gasoline. Antonio DeLuca — that sniveling, limp-dicked son of my biggest rival. They thought they could take what was mine? Use her to seal an alliance against me?
Isabella was still chained to my bed upstairs, naked and freshly f****d from this morning when I’d woken her with my c**k buried deep in her throat.
I grabbed my phone and headed to the bedroom.
She was awake, wrists raw from the cuffs, glaring at me with those defiant eyes even as her thighs pressed together. My c*m was still leaking from her swollen p***y.
“Get on your knees,” I orde
