Talia’s POV
The angry look was replaced with a charming smirk and for a brief moment, I could’ve sworn that I saw Lorenzo smile but that wasn’t the most shocking part.
I heard Lorenzo call John’s name. I’d never talked to him about John and I was sure as hell aware of the fact that John knew nothing about mafias let alone being on a first-name basis with someone like Lorenzo.
There was something bigger at play and I had to figure it out.
“Don Lorenzo, it’s a—“
“What are you doing out here, Talia?” Lorenzo rudely cut him short as he addressed me.
I stood there staring at him, at a loss for words. I had downed three shots of vodka contrary to my earlier decision to take just one, and I was starting to feel tipsy.
“Well, I…” I began before trailing off.
“What did you do to her,
