Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Luciano clicked a button on the adjacent wall, and the door opened. Rosa realized the room was specially designed with security for Luciano. Then she realized the hotel must also be owned by him. Oh God—where could she possibly go, since more than half the city was owned by Luciano Mancini himself?
But her nervous thoughts were shattered when the door opened and two dangerous-looking men entered, dragging a bloodied man with them. They threw him onto the floor before Luciano mercilessly.
Feeling embarrassed, Rosa tried to pull away from Luciano, but he didn’t let her. Instead, he dragged her with him as he dropped back onto the sofa, landing in a lazy sprawl and pulling her straight onto his lap. She stared at him with wide, shocked eyes, but he d
