Chapter 39 — Giovanni’s POV
Carlos had never been on time for anything in his life. If Lorenzo was late, it was only because Carlos had dragged him into some s**t.
Sure enough, the front doors opened.
Carlos came in first, his stride loose, a wide grin plastered across his face like he hadn’t a care in the world. He slapped my shoulder as he passed, then leaned a little too close to Mirabella with that shameless gleam in his eye.
“Bella,” he greeted, voice smooth, deliberately playful.
She rolled her eyes, lips tugging at the faintest smirk. She was comfortable around him. She knew how to handle Carlos. He fed on pushback, and she gave it to him without hesitation. That familiarity sat easy between them.
Lorenzo entered behind him, the opposite in every way. Quiet. Unshakable. Hi
