My fingers play with the soft foam in the bathtub, giving me just enough time to savor the fact that I took two of Dante’s “guests” away from him. I beat him twice, and he has no idea. I wish I could scream his failure to his face, but it becomes even greater when I think that his perfect Valentina is imperfect for the future Capo.
The idea of being trapped in the same space as Lorenzo was a bit frightening, but I can already sketch a profile of the kind of Valentina he expects to know. He wants more than just the Mafia princess. I just don’t know how much more.
I am submerged in the hot water, soothing my aching body from rescuing Violeta, when I hear a noise at the door, as if it were being forced open. I get out of the tub, careful not to slip, searching for some way to defend myself.
