Nico's POV.
I wait for Selina in a quiet side street in town. She steps out of a boutique, shopping bag on her arm, sunglasses perched on her nose. As she turns the corner, she nearly walks straight into me.
"Jesus, DeLuca. What the hell are you doing here?" She whispers, startled.
My voice is low and sharp when I answer her.
"Looking for you. You've been dodging my calls. Again."
"Maybe because I've been busy trying to keep my cover intact? You think a man like Alessio Valentini just invites people into his inner circle with open arms?" She asks coolly.
"You've been in that villa for weeks, Selina! I expected results by now! Instead, I got silence!"
Selina grows irritated.
"Because I'm playing a long game, DeLuca. A man like Alessio doesn't spill secrets over breakfast. He watche
