Chapter 237 Pure Rage

• It was finally the day of the election. Adriano was in his office, his jaw clenched tightly and his face set in a grimace as he paced back and forth in the room, as if that would help burn away the anger threatening to consume him from the inside out.
• The election was set to take place in less than two hours, and a hotel just a few miles away from his club, in the heart of New Orleans, had been chosen as the venue for the event. This should have been the day he claimed the position he had worked for his entire life. He should be excited, happy even. But all he felt was pure rage.
• He was about to hand over his lifelong dream to his enemy-not because he was weak or because he had lost, but because protecting Serena, the woman who had betrayed him and killed his brother, had become the only thing more important than winning. How stupid was that?