Alessia Mancini
The cool night air kissed my skin as we stepped out of the mansion, the red fabric of my dress whispering against my thighs. Giovanni's hand on the small of my back sent shivers up my spine, a constant reminder of his presence and power. The sleek lines of the Maserati gleamed under the moonlight, promising speed and luxury.
As we approached the car, I caught sight of Nico and Alessandro taking up their positions, their watchful gazes scanning our surroundings. The weight of their presence was both comforting and unsettling, a reminder of the dangerous world I now inhabited.
"Ready, mia cara?" Giovanni's voice was low, meant only for my ears.
I nodded, my throat suddenly dry. "As I'll ever be," I managed, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace.
The leather seat
