Alessia Mancini
I could feel the tension radiating from Nico behind me, I could almost hear Alessandro's hand inching towards his weapon. But I kept my eyes fixed on Vitale, watching for any tell, any hint of her true intentions.
"Come now," Vitale said, spreading her hands in a gesture of apparent openness. "Surely you can see the potential. Our combined resources, our collective influence... we could reshape this city, perhaps even the country."
I leaned forward slightly, my voice dripping with honey-coated venom. "Not that long ago, Signora, you were having someone follow me, very closely. And you were working on that particular project with Don Bianchi, a man who has since found himself on the... wrong side of our hospitality."
The memory of those days, feeling eyes on me constantl
