Alessia Mancini
An hour later, we were finally heading back to the villa, the SUV cutting through the night like a dark blade. I leaned my head against the cool window, watching the city lights blur past, each one a pinprick of normalcy in a world that had suddenly become far more dangerous.
In the back, Greco and Accardi lay unconscious, their betrayal a heavy weight in the air. I could feel Giovanni's tension beside me, his jaw clenched, one hand on the wheel while the other rested on my thigh - a gesture of comfort as much for himself as for me.
"What are you thinking, mia leonessa?" he asked softly, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine despite the gravity of our situation.
I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. The scent of leather seats mingled with Giovanni's colog
