Sold To the Grizzly Don (Alcee and Bruno) novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148

Tito released Raniero and the man stumbled in disbelief and stared at his brother in confusion.

“What do you mean I’m going with her?” Raniero asked his brother in confusion.

“This morning was a test for you Raniero.” Torq said with a shrug as he returned his gun to his waistband and folded his arms over his chest. “It was a test you failed, terribly.”

“You were testing me? Why?”

“Because at dinner last night the head of this w

bathroom.” He saw Raniero’s eyes widen.

“You spied on me?”

gave you a directive and you didn’t follow it. I pulled the surveillance from outside the

“You left me no choice. She gave you instruction which you disregarded and immediately after the bullshit of dinner last night you came here and insulted her in my presence. A five–year–old child knew you were out of line and yet you seem to think you were perfectly

CHINMANTENERS TO perfectly within your rights to talk to my wife like you do.”

“She’s not your wife!” Raniero spat angrily. “She is the whore you spent money on when you were too worried another woman would dirty your dick.”

Even Alcee didn’t see how fast Torq moved. Raniero was a blur as he was lifted off his feet by the neck and slammed violently to the floor. His head bounced hard off the floor as Torq knelt over him, his knee in Raniero’s chest.

“Call my wife a whore again and see whether I let you board a plane at all to accompany your mother. I’ll bury you right here in this fucking

condo and every time I walk on the floorboards I’ll be reminded of your head beneath my feet, and I’ll stomp on it for good measure,” a pop

Raniero’s eyes widened in disbelief at the violence coming off the man towering over him. His hands wrapped around Torq’s wrist held at his throat. “Can’t breathe,” he croaked out.

“Good.” Torq growled. “You deserve to fucking choke on your hubris and ego. Who the fuck do you think you are to question the decisions of Don?” he smacked his face with an open palm.

your

Alcee looked at Bastiano who was now on his feet and struggling to stand still. While she didn’t feel an inch of sympathy for the fucker on the floor, she felt tons for the man who was watching his partner get bitch–slapped into the next century, she felt sorry for Bastiano. It was clear this was hurting him.

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