Alessia Mancini
The lift descended smoothly, each floor ticking by like a countdown. I could feel the adrenaline building, my body coiled tight with anticipation. Part of me longed for the simplicity of our interrupted moment upstairs, but a darker part thrilled at the coming confrontation.
As the doors opened, revealing the opulent casino floor, I straightened my spine and lifted my chin. Vitale wanted a war? I'd give her one she'd never forget.
We strode across the plush carpeting, the click of my heels muffled but still audible over the ambient chatter and electronic chimes of slot machines. The scent of cigar smoke and expensive perfume hung in the air, a heady mix that always reminded me of power and danger.
The crowd parted before us like the Red Sea, whispers and furtive glances
