And knowing her, she’ll fight it, which Maksim will relish.
I shake my head.
Valentina is a strong woman.
So strong that most forget she’s young, only twenty years old.
Too young to be handed to that asshole Maksim as a peace offering.
I have my job cut out for me.
But that doesn’t scare me.
My family has worked for the Dantes for generations.
I know my role.
I have had training and experience.
I was born and raised to protect the family.
I won’t fail them now.
I’ll keep Valentina safe.
I’ll stand between her and one of the most dangerous men in the criminal underworld.
Even if that means my death.
The next day, I escort Valentina to the restaurant Maksim chose for their meeting.
The place reeks of money, all polished marble and crystal chandeliers.
It’s like he wants to impress her, but I know she’s not impressed by fancy food or wealth, especially from a scumbag like him.
I scan every corner twice before we enter, two of my men positioned at exits, another three outside.
Still doesn't feel like enough.
"Remember your role," Alessandro murmurs to Valentina as we approach the private dining room.
She doesn't acknowledge him, her face a perfect mask.
Only I notice how her fingers tremble slightly before she clenches them into a fist.
Maksim rises when we enter, flanked by his own security detail.
The room instantly divides, Bratva on one side, Dantes on the other.
"The beautiful bride arrives," Maksim announces.
I position myself slightly behind Valentina's right shoulder, close enough to intervene if needed.
From here, I can study the man who will soon own her.
Maksim Vasiliev doesn't look like the monster he is.
His tailored suit and charming smile hide his cruelty.
