Vargas’ POV-
That f*****g bastard is asking her to marry him. He is dead. I am putting a price on his head. A small part of me hoped that she would say no. But going by the reports I had, she and he were in love. Every word he said was recorded, and then she said the words, the words that shattered me, “Yes, I will marry you.”
The whiskey glass that had been in my hand shattered under my grip. Olivia should have said those f*****g words to me and me alone. I am going to kill that bastard and take her as mine. There is no question of it. The cigar that I held in my other hand, I slowly, almost too calmly, placed it in the ashtray.
Antonio cleared his throat, “What do you want to do?”
“I want him dead. I am not giving up on her. She will be mine, even if I have to strap her to the bed
