Alessia Mancini
The sleek black convoy glided through the dusk-shrouded streets of Porto Cristallo, the purr of engines a steady counterpoint to my racing thoughts. Giovanni's hand lay limp in mine, his skin clammy against my palm as I traced gentle circles with my thumb. The coppery scent of blood still clung to us both.
"Nico," I said softly, my voice steady despite the turmoil roiling inside me. "We need to deal with our new... guests."
Nico's green eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, a flash of understanding passing between us. "Of course, boss. What are your orders?"
I took a deep breath, gathering my resolve. "Leave Vitale's body in Lucia's cell. A little gift for our resident troublemaker." A cruel smile tugged at my lips. "As for the rest, I want them interrogated. Find out e
