The evening in the Vitale estate was rather uneventful. The cool air drifted through the open balcony doors in Rhea’s room. She found a rare moment of peace for herself.
Rhea was sitting by her vanity mirror, combing through her long hair. The weight of her situation still lingered, but she convinced herself she was in control.
She sat there thinking about the simpler times in her life. She was born into a mafia family; it had never been high-stakes for her. She had always assumed that she would get married to a man she loved and sail into the sunset with him while leaving her father and brother in their mafia business.
How wrong was she?
While in her thoughts, she heard a light knock on her door.
“Come in, she said while wondering who her visitor was. Of course, Adrian would prefer
