Giovanni Moretti
I nodded, my jaw clenching involuntarily. Nico was right, of course. We had business to attend to. But as I watched Alessia's retreating form, her hips swaying ever so slightly in that crimson dress, I found my thoughts drifting.
The casino's opulent surroundings faded into the background. The clink of chips, the murmur of voices, even the subtle scent of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke – all of it dimmed compared to the vivid memory of Alessia putting Greco in his place.
"Mio leone?" Her voice cut through my reverie, tinged with amusement. "Are you coming?"
I blinked, realizing I'd been lost in thought. "Of course," I replied, smoothing my jacket as I strode to catch up with her.
As we made our way across the casino floor, I couldn't shake the conflicting emoti
