Giovanni Moretti
The corridor seemed to stretch endlessly, each step echoing off the cold concrete walls. I could feel Riley's tension radiating off her in waves, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. As we approached the next cell, I paused, my hand hovering over the door handle.
"Riley," I said, my voice low and measured, "meet Matteo. He used to be my second in command, until he betrayed us all." I turned to face her, watching the play of emotions across her face. "Alessia broke his nose, so there's a perfect target there for you."
I swung the door open, revealing Matteo's hunched form. The once-proud man now sat slumped against the wall, his eyes darting between us with barely concealed fear.
Riley hesitated for a moment, her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides. "This.
