Alessia Mancini
A bitter laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. The sound echoed off the polished mahogany walls of Giovanni's office, a stark reminder of the opulence that now surrounded me. "That's putting it politely, Alessandro," I replied, my fingers absently tracing the cool metal of the gun at Giovanni's back.
I leaned into him, seeking comfort in his solid presence. My mind raced, replaying Vitale's thinly veiled threats and calculating our next move.
"She sees me as a threat," I continued, my voice low. "Not just to her power, but to the old ways. The way things have always been done."
Giovanni's hand tightened on my thigh, a gesture both possessive and reassuring. "You are a threat, mia regina," he murmured, pride evident in his tone. "To all of them."
I met his gaze,
