"So I've heard," Tyler Morello said as he lazily leaned back. "But I'm afraid my contract was made before yours. And I would be shocked to learn the Ferraro family's own don would break mafia rules so carelessly."
When Massimo didn't move, Tyler smiled. He grabbed a stray lock of Elena's hair and rubbed it between his gloved fingers. Despite the pure white color of the gloves, the action felt obscene in Elena's mind.
She tensed, willing her body to stay absolutely still.
Tyler continued, "This woman was promised to me, making her nothing more but my property. I still have the contract, if you need to confirm my words. But other than looking at that contract, you have no right to do anything, Don Massimo."
"I don't need to look over that contract," Massimo stated. "It was made and signe
