“Welcome, dear,” Gianna greeted me at the door. Despite the short notice, Armando was able to set up a flight on the private jet back to Genoa and hire a driver to take me to Gianna’s house.
“Thank you for letting me stay here.”
“Of course!” Gianna led me into the family room where we could sit. “Is everything good between you and my son? Are you two fighting?”
“No, nothing like that. We’re still doing great.”
Gianna’s look darkened. The whole weekend we had spent with her, Luc’s line of work was not something we discussed. He once told me his sisters were unaware of what he did for a living. He had wanted to keep them free of that burden. When it came to Gianna, however, he couldn’t keep it a secret from his mother. Not when she had experienced the dangerous lifestyle firsthand when
