Alessia Mancini
The silk sheets whispered against my skin as I nestled closer to Giovanni, resting my head on his broad chest. His heartbeat thrummed steadily beneath my ear, a soothing rhythm at odds with the tumultuous thoughts swirling through my mind. The faint scent of his cologne mingled with the crisp hotel linens, familiar yet foreign in this opulent suite so far from home.
Outside our door, I could hear the low murmur of voices as Alessandro, Nico and Sofia planned their shifts to guard our unexpected captive. The man's pained groans had faded to silence, but his presence weighed heavily in the air.
"I'm not sure how I feel about how easy that was," I whispered, tracing idle patterns on Giovanni's skin. The words felt inadequate to express the storm of emotions churning inside
