CHAPTER 17: Giovanni's POV
We landed about 30 minutes ago. The chauffeur drove us to the hotel, and Mirabella had been scowling at me ever since we arrived in Vegas. I could tell she was mad about her dress. The glares she shot at me was like a blade.
She gripped her coat tighter as we reached the hotel. I had plans, big plans, for us after the meeting tonight. I was going to give her the kind of weekend she’d never forget.
When Diane told me she wanted to show me something, I didn’t expect to see what I saw.
“This better be important,” I said, my tone clipped, as she led me to the server room. I pulled out a chair and sank into it, crossing my arms. She clacked her keyboard until something came up on the screen. I caught Mirabella’s face and c****d a brow at her.
“Why did you run a
