CHAPTER 12: Giovanni's POV
She didn't say much to me after that day. It killed me to watch her ignore me, a silent wall forming between us, but underneath that frustration, I also yearned to understand her pain, what had broken her inside. The house phone rang, shattering the tense quiet.
“Don,” Diane's voice carried through the receiver, her tone measured but strained.
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“Speak,” I replied, my eyes drifting to Mirabella, who sat on the couch engrossed in a book. She hadn't looked my way once. I wanted to reach out, to spank her ass badly, maybe that would snap her out of whatever silence had taken hold of her, but I knew better. This time, that approach was useless.
“Lorenzo asked me to drop some things over,” Diane said.
And just then, I heard the faint beep of the keypad at the d
