Lily's POV.
The door clicks shut behind agent DeLuca, but the weight of his presence lingers like a bitter aftertaste. Alessio stands motionless, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the floor. I watch him carefully from my spot next to him, my heart pounding with unease.
"Who was that, Alessio?" I ask softly.
"DeLuca. DEA. He's been sniffing around. Looking for a reason to drag me in." He answers flatly.
"What does he want with you?"
Alessio scoffs and brushes past me. He takes a seat behind his desk again. "The same thing that all the others want as well. To make a name for himself. He's nothing, Lily. Just noise."
"He didn't sound like nothing to me, Alessio. He knew about me. He made it personal."
Alessio's eyes darken. He looks away from me. I step closer.
"Is he right? Are you in trouble
