By Friday Mackenna was exhausted. She was not sleeping and all of it had to do with the fact Alessandro had not returned her call and Nuncio had no updates for her. Whatever was happening in Italy, in the House of Giordano, was not hitting the news.
She sat in her office with her head buried in her hands when a knock on her door made her look up in surprise. “What’s up?”
Savannah’s expression was serious, “Nuncio called me. There was a statement from Alessandro’s company this morning. It was their official statement with him and Dulce delivering the message.”
“What did they say?”
“Well,” Savannah took a seat, “you’re probably not going to like it.”
“Just spill it please.” She felt her heart aching.
Her friend opened her phone, found the article, and read it aloud.
“The House of Gio
