PIETRO GIACOMETTI
"Quite bold, huh" I tilted my head slightly and moved over to a sofa.
"Which were you sitting on?" I questioned.
"The one over there? Why?" She pointed towards a sofa, her tone holding a little bit too much of confidence.
"If you want to keep your head for much longer, fix that tone." I sat on the sofa opposite the one she had been seated on.
"Sit on that particular one. Would have to discard it when you leave as my woman would clearly hate the scent of another woman's perfume around."
A small frown appeared on her face but she eased it back quickly and she sat down.
"Dylan... I do not know exactly what he did to you but I want him back, Mr. Giacometti. How do I get him back?" She was clearly trying to read my expression as she picked her words carefully one
