Chapter 411 Bride Of His Vengeance Ch34

• Riggs’s POV
• We had Cesare bleeding on paper by the time the clock struck midnight. His ports. His men. His money trails. All lined out between us, waiting to be cut.
• Lenore leaned back in the chair across from me—my chair—like she’d earned the right to sit there. Bare legs crossed, lips curling smug every time she pointed out something I’d overlooked. She looked more like a queen than a pawn, sipping from the tumbler of whiskey I’d poured her.