Rosa sucked in a slow breath, gathering her courage as she tried to wriggle free from his arm.
“Please… let me tell him that I’m going with you, so he can go home. Please,” she implored. She knew Samuele would be worried—he had no idea what was going on between her and her ex-husband. She needed to reassure him, or he might do something foolish. The Italian Don was dangerous, and she didn’t know if she could stop Luciano the next time.
Luciano heard her but kept staring.
“No,” he then simply replied, not letting her go.
She exhaled again, forcing herself to stay calm. That mafia ex-husband of hers was impossible to handle—her mind muttered curses under her breath.
“He… he’ll be terrified after seeing this. I need to explain so… so he won’t run to the police,” she told herself, craftin
