Alessia Mancini
The man in the middle, a burly brute with a crooked nose and cold eyes, glared at me. His chest heaved with barely contained rage. I watched, heart pounding, as he worked his jaw, a glob of saliva forming at the corner of his mouth.
Time seemed to slow as he leaned forward, muscles tensing. I knew what was coming before it happened, but I forced myself to remain still, to project an aura of unshakeable confidence.
The wet splat of his spit hitting the floor echoed in the tense silence.
My stomach churned with disgust and a flicker of fear, but I kept my expression impassive. I raised an eyebrow, allowing a hint of disappointment to color my voice. "Apparently, they need teaching manners too."
I turned to Nico and Alessandro, giving a slight nod. "Gentlemen, if you woul
