Alessia Mancini
As I held her, I caught Giovanni's eye over Riley's shoulder. His face was a mask of cold fury, and I knew that Vitale's days were numbered. She had crossed a line, and we would make her regret it.
I held Riley close, inhaling the familiar scent of her coconut shampoo mixed with the salty tang of fear-sweat. My mind raced, calculating our next moves while trying to project an aura of calm for my friend's sake.
Nico emerged from the house, his face grim but composed. "All clear, boss. No immediate threats."
I nodded, relief washing over me. At least Riley hadn't been in physical danger. The psychological toll, however...
"Riley," I said softly, pulling back to look her in the eyes. "You're coming back to the villa with us. It's not safe for you here tonight."
She nodd
