I stared at the screen for a moment, heart tightening. Lorenzo. My fingers hovered over the phone, then I swiped to answer.
“Rafael,” his voice was smooth, teasing, like nothing had happened. “Did you receive the small gift I sent yesterday? I hope you liked it.”
My blood boiled, but I forced my voice calm. “So, you think that little thing you did will scare me, dear brother? Have you forgotten who I am? Did you forget why I’m called the Devil of Naples? Should I remind you?”
There was a pause on the other side before his laugh cut through the line. “Ah… the gift wasn’t from me,” he said lightly, almost casual. “It’s from someone else. Mine is coming soon.”
And just like that, he ended the call.
I sank back in my chair, jaw tight. My mind raced, turning over every detail. Someone else
