Chapter 137 Payment

• The Italian don’s jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with barely contained rage at the interruption.
• “You call that fucking place a home?!” Stefano snapped, his voice rising to a dangerously sharp pitch. “There’s no way the mother of my child is going to live in that hellhole,” he declared with cold finality.
• Leah watched him closely. The sheer authority he exuded filled the room. Then her eyes drifted to her father, who turned toward her with a softer expression.