CHAPTER 18: Mirabella's POV
‘Diavolo.’ That's what Ivan kept calling Giovanni. I knew there was a lot about Giovanni that I didn't know. But for him to be called the Devil, what atrocious things had he done? I don't think I was ready to think about that.
Ivan’s men took their places, some lounging, others standing guard, but all eyes were on us—me, Giovanni, Carlos. Ivan himself took a seat on the couch facing Giovanni and I directly. His eyes never left Giovanni, cold and calculating.
The other man, the right hand, settled into a chair nearby, a smirk curling on his lips. His eyes skidded over to mine and I glared at him. I didn't like this man at all.
“Moretti, you come into my turf with armed men? You've got some nerve.” Ivan boomed, his eyes cold. I was starting to think that was
