Alessia Mancini
As I followed Nico through the crowded casino, the click of my heels against the polished floor felt like a countdown. The glittering lights and ringing slot machines blurred around me as I focused on steadying my breathing. I could do this. I had to do this.
We approached the blackjack tables, and that's when I saw him. Salvatore Greco, in his pressed security uniform, standing rigidly by one of the tables. Even from here, I could hear his gruff voice complaining to another guard.
"...can't believe we have to answer to her now. Some little girl who doesn't know the first thing about security or logistics..."
My blood boiled, but I forced myself to remain outwardly calm. I straightened my spine, lifted my chin, and strode forward. It was time to show Salvatore Greco exa
