Alessia Mancini
The rich aroma of freshly brewed espresso beckoned us towards the kitchen. As we entered, the warm glow of afternoon sunlight spilled through the windows, casting long shadows across the polished marble floors. The scene before us was almost comically domestic – Alessandro and Nico, two of the most dangerous men I knew, sat at the kitchen island enjoying slices of what looked like Chef's famous tiramisu.
Riley's eyes met mine, a mix of curiosity and concern in her gaze. I felt a pang of guilt, knowing how much this new world of mine must unsettle her. But there was no going back now.
Nico's eyebrow quirked upwards as we approached. "You two look proud of yourselves," he remarked, his tone dry but laced with amusement.
I couldn't help but chuckle, the sound low and satis
