But before I could complain about it, the yacht suddenly slowed.
The engines quieted.
A moment later, they stopped completely.
Both of us looked toward the door.
A knock followed.
Then it opened.
One of the guards stood waiting.
“We’ve arrived.”
Immediately, Vincenzo stood.
The exhaustion from earlier was gone.
Or at least hidden.
Within seconds, he adjusted his clothes, straightened his jacket, and transformed back into the composed, confident man everyone else expected him to be.
The change was honestly annoying.
One moment he looked human.
The next he looked untouchable.
Without another word, we followed the guards outside.
The moment I stepped onto the dock, I froze.
A massive three-story estate stood before us.
Elegant.
Expensive.
Beautiful.
The kind of place peop
