Page 54 of Savage Union (Rosso Mafia #1)

The villa sits perched on a cliff overlooking the Long Island Sound, waves crashing against the rocks below in a rhythmic counterpoint to my thoughts. Moonlight spills through floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the space in silver and shadow. It's one of my more private properties—not listed in any official records, known only to Marco and a handful of my most trusted people.

The perfect sanctuary for a wedding night unlike any I ever imagined having.