Gray POV

I stepped forward until my voice filled the room, low and dangerous. “What do you mean?” Luca asked, all hard edges and anger.

“My meaning is simple,” I said, cold as a blade. “If any of you mess with Giovanni or her family, you’ll have me to deal with. Don’t mistake my silence for weakness. I am not some ordinary threat you can ignore.” I let the words hang there, each one a promise.

George’s face flushed red. “Gray, you can’t—this is your family. You ...