Alessia Mancini
I slid into the back of the sleek black SUV, the cool leather seat a stark contrast to the warmth of Giovanni's touch that still lingered on my skin. Riley settled in beside me, her familiar presence both comforting and anxiety-inducing. Nico took his place behind the wheel, his posture alert and professional.
As we pulled away from the villa, the tinted windows casting a shadowy veil over the sun-drenched streets of Porto Cristallo, Riley turned to me. Her blue eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and trepidation.
"So, Alessia," she started, her voice light but with an undercurrent of tension, "what exactly is in this warehouse we're heading to?"
I raised an eyebrow, studying her face. How much did I want to reveal? How much could she handle? The weight of my secrets
