Alessia Mancini
The Alfa's engine purred to life as I slid into the driver's seat, the leather cool against my skin. Nico settled beside me, his presence a steady anchor amidst the storm of my thoughts. As we wove through the early morning traffic, the familiar streets of Porto Cristallo took on a sinister cast, shadows seeming to lengthen despite the rising sun.
"A bit more than one person, perhaps," I murmured under my breath as we approached the casino. The building was swarming with men - Giovanni's, and now mine. Their dark suits and vigilant stances spoke volumes about the gravity of the situation.
My heels clicked against the polished marble as we entered, the usual bustle of the casino floor replaced by an eerie quiet. The air was thick with tension, carrying the faint metallic
