Giovanni Moretti
I watched Alessia ascend the stairs, her lithe form disappearing around the corner. The sway of her hips was hypnotic, but I forced my attention back to the task at hand. There was no time for distractions, not when we had a performance to orchestrate.
"Alessandro," I called, my voice low but carrying easily through the villa's spacious foyer. My head of security materialised at my side, his posture ramrod straight.
"Sir?"
"Prep the Maserati. We're heading to Milan within the hour." I paused, considering. "And have Sofia and Nico follow in the SUV. We'll need a full security detail for this little excursion."
Alessandro nodded, his expression impassive. "Of course, sir. Any particular concerns I should be aware of?"
I felt my jaw tighten. "Bianchi's men are getting b
