Fallon
The casino’s opulence glitters around me, a stark contrast to the tension coiled tight in my chest after the drive here; something is going on because Rocco, Milo, and Leone spoke not one word on the way here, Rocco seems to be in a particularly bad mood.
The air is thick with the scent of expensive cigars, perfume, and the subtle undercurrent of danger that always seems to accompany Leone wherever he goes. I walk beside him, my arm looped through his, feeling the weight of every gaze that lands on us. There’s a possessive edge to the way he keeps me close tonight, a clear signal to anyone watching that I belong to him or maybe something is going on that he hasn't mentioned.
Milo is right behind us, as always, his sharp eyes scanning the room for any threats while Rocco walks ahe
