"The next time you touch my woman," Luca said evenly, "the next time you look at her funny, it will be the last time you look at anything."
Cassidy's pulse thundered in his ears.
"And since you do not value your own life," Luca continued, "I'll make this very clear. I will find your parents. Your siblings. Your friends. Every single person that matters to you. And I will snuff the breath out of every single one of them."
Silence swallowed the room.
Marco looked away. He'd heard threats like this before, had watched them become reality more times than he cared to remember. The Genovese didn't bluff.
Luca straightened fully now, towering over Cassidy. "Again," he said, "choose wisely."
Cassidy sagged back against the chair, bravado stripped bare.
"And next time you want to fight a man like me," Luca said, adjusting his cufflinks with maddening calm, "get some power first. I have no idea how a dung beetle convinces himself he has any chance against a storm."
