“Simona,” I muttered, gaze drifting lazily over her. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
“What can I say?” She draped herself around me like a snake, arms looping around my neck. “I’m drawn to you like a moth to flame,” she purred before crashing her lips to mine with exaggerated enthusiasm. “I missed you.”
“I’ve been busy,” I said flatly, not bothering to return the sentiment. “How’ve you been?”
“Never better.” Her tongue darted out to wet her lips—hungry eyes locked on me.
Simona was Umberto Mancini’s daughter. Drago’s closest ally and sort of my fiancé, even if nothing was official yet. The old man was hellbent on marrying me off to her and tying our families in a neat little bow of power and bloodlines. The classic mafia fairytale.
She wasn’t someone I cared for. But she served her p
