Adriano
“What about the girl?” I asked, slowly sipping my coffee.
Matteo’s face went blank, his eyes darting away from mine as if he had no idea what I was talking about.
“Matteo.”
“Sir, I don’t remember the girl you are talking about?” he answered.
A cold smile crept across my face. “Oh, I mean that spy that was planted beside me,” I replied, my tone casual yet charged with threat. “That blonde girl.”
Relief washed over his face. “Oh, I already took care of her,” he answered, shoulders relaxing slightly. “You don’t have anything to worry about.”
“Do I look like I was worried?”
He flinched before nodding rapidly. “No, sir.”
I leaned forward, my gaze boring into him, making sure he was telling the truth. “Are you sure you got rid of her?”
Beads of sweat formed at his hairline. “I
