**Stefano's POV**
The car rolled to a stop outside the Castellano house, and I stepped out into the afternoon sun, wearing a black suit.
The guards in front of the house shifted uneasily, their eyes darting toward one another, their hands tightening on their weapons. I watched one of them swallow hard, and a slow smirk curved my lips.
That's what my name did to people in Milan.
Armando stepped out to greet me, wearing that familiar slick grin I longed to wipe off.
Soon, Stefano, soon...
He offered his hand and led me into the house.
Then I saw her again.
Elena Castellano.
Her burgundy gown clung to every curve, stealing the air from my lungs. Her eyes found mine and didn’t look away, and in that moment, every plan I’d made slipped out of reach.
She wasn’t what I expected, not fro
