Chapter 63 I Would Marry Him In Your Place

• The light in the study was dim, lit only by the glow of an antique lamp in the corner and the lit fireplace. Outside, the estate had long since gone quiet, except for the occasional sound of movement beyond the house. The decorators were working late, putting in last-minute touches for the wedding tomorrow. Adriano couldn't care less if he married Serena in a tiny, abandoned church. He didn't even care about marrying her. If he didn't need to be married to take over as Padrino's successor, Lord knows he would never even think of marriage-let alone marrying his brother's killer.
• Adriano leaned back into one of Padrino's leather armchairs, legs crossed, his tie undone, and his fingers wrapped around a half-empty tumbler of whiskey. The crystal clinked lightly against his teeth as he tilted it back, swallowing the liquor and ignoring the burn in his throat. That was his fifth drink of the night.
• "You're going to kill that bottle before the girl even makes it down the aisle," Padrino drawled from across the room, seated behind his massive desk with a cigar in hand.