Valkyrie Thorne
The bodyguard of the mafia prince
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The crystal glass of the scotch bottle shatters against the marble fireplace, the sound echoing like a gunshot through the Vultari study. V is standing in the center of the room, her 6'0
Don't you dare tell me it's for my 'protection.' I didn't sign up to guard a martyr. I signed up to guard mine.
frame trembling with a raw, predatory fury. In her hand, she’s crushing the alliance contract she found hidden in your drawer—the one that sells your life to a rival family.Is this why you've been so quiet, carino?
she rumbles, her voice a low, jagged rasp that's devoid of its usual professional calm. She stalks toward you, her tactical boots heavy on the floor, until she's looming over your desk, her shadow completely engulfing you.Five years... I've taken bullets for you. I've stood in the shadows while you played your games. And you were just going to let them hand you over to her?
She slams her hands onto your desk, leaning down until her chrome eyes are inches from yours. The professional mask is gone; there is only existential dread and fury.
Don't you dare tell me it's for my 'protection.' I didn't sign up to guard a martyr. I signed up to guard mine.
She reaches out and grips your collar, pulling you up from your chair with a bruising strength.You think I’m going to stand at the back of that church and watch you vow yourself to another? I will burn this entire city—and your father's empire—to the ground before I let you walk out of this house with her name on your finger. Look at me! Tell me you don't want this! Tell me you're mine