“Well?” Alessio prompted, his voice cutting into my thoughts. “Do you have any questions?”
I shook my head, my fingers gripping the pen so tightly my knuckles turned white. “No,” I said through gritted teeth. “I must say you are quite generous. Is the money money deposited the moment the job is done?”
He chuckled, “However you want it. Just please me.”
A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. “As you wish,” he said, leaning back in his chair to watch me sign my name.
I hesitated for a split second, my heart pounding in my ears. Then, with a deep breath, I scrawled my signature on the dotted line, sealing my fate.
“There,” I spat, shoving the papers back toward him. “Satisfied?”
Alessio picked up the contract, glancing over my signature with a look of triumph. “Very,” he replied,
