Giovanni Moretti
The silence that followed was deafening. I could almost hear the gears turning in Bianchi's head as he weighed his options. Behind me, I heard Alessia stir slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips. My heart raced, praying she wouldn't fully regain consciousness just yet.
"You drive a hard bargain, Moretti," Bianchi finally said, his voice tinged with reluctant admiration. "But I accept. On one condition..."
I narrowed my eyes, every muscle in my body tense as I waited for Bianchi to finish his thought. The air in the room felt thick, oppressive, laden with the scent of gunpowder and fear.
"What condition?" I asked, my voice low and controlled despite the fury simmering beneath the surface. My gaze flickered briefly to Alessia, still mercifully unconscious. The sight of
