Threat.
Franco's POV
The whole blessed week has been unbearably dull, and I'm not saying this because of the work Mauro assigned me—that was the least of it—but because I haven't been able to see that little girl with an angelic face again.
It’s strange; this whole situation can’t just disappear without a trace. The only explanation is that she either didn’t work here or she quit the very next day.
"Franquito, what are you thinking about?"
"Nothing, nothing important."
Now I found myself in the company of a beautiful lady who, to be honest, had already bored me. I don't know why, but the thrill of moving from one bed to another no longer excites me. My phone buzzes with a message.
"Hi Franco, are you coming to the club party? Your brother is the special guest, it seems. I hope to se
