Avalana’s POV
I was tied up once again when the door rattled slightly making me alert. A person entered the room. My head whipped to the person.
“Nicolo.” I whispered.
He walked in slowly with an unreadable expression on his face. I was too stunned to even speak. In back of my mind, I knew he was a traitor. It became clear the day I was taken by the Irish. But I didn’t know what position he held in the Irish mafia or how did he manage to infiltrate Vincenzo’s organization.
“Why?” I asked quietly. I needed to know.
The emotionless man kept silent. He unlocked the cuffs from my arms and legs.
“Get up.” He said rudely.
I carefully gauged his every moment. His face was blank as usual but he had a very negative aura around him. I saw his hands twitch slightly. That
