VICTORIA WASHINGTON
I exhaled deeply, standing up and running my fingers through my hair. I couldn’t skip lunch—I hadn’t even had breakfast.
No matter how hard I tried to calm myself, my heartbeat only quickened. I was terrified of what might happen next.
If what Vincenzo said was true, I was in serious trouble—no, I was at a dead end. Once I returned from lunch, I would do some research on the Mafia and see if there was any connection to him or if he was just playing mind games with me.
As I descended the stairs, I stared down the length of the dining room. Four maids bustled about in the corner, while five bodyguards stood watch, their presence both imposing and unsettling.
I walked cautiously toward the dining table, careful not to trip or glance around—those men scared me to deat
