The iron wrought gates opened, paving way as Domenico’s driver turned the corner of the driveway in his matte black Maserati, the tires crunched softly against the gravel. As he pulled to a stop, Domenico’s dark eyes narrowed from his position at the backseat to the unexpected sight in front of him.
Aria…
Her soft laughter filled the air, her fingers fluttered trying to catch glistening soap bubbles as Liana ran in wide circles, giggling. Beside them stood Sister Maria, smiling as she dipped a plastic wand into a bowl of soapy water. The scene looked sickeningly soft, too much softness for a place that was supposed to be hiding a mafia heiress.
Aria turned, and the moment her gaze fell on Domenico, her smile faltered. Her body tensed.
He stepped out of the car slowly, and slammed the
