Alessia Mancini
The cold metal of the interrogation room chair sent a chill up my spine as I sat down across from Marco Vincenzo. His eyes darted between Giovanni and me, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead under the harsh fluorescent lights. The room smelled of fear and stale cigarette smoke.
Giovanni's presence beside me was a steady anchor, his knee brushing mine under the table. Behind us, I sensed more than heard Alessandro and Nico taking up their positions - silent sentinels ready to pounce at the slightest provocation.
I leaned forward, letting my hair fall across my face as I fixed Marco with an unwavering stare. "Marco, Marco, Marco," I purred, my voice deceptively soft. "What are we going to do with you?"
He swallowed hard, the chains of his handcuffs rattling as he
