CHAPTER 14
Ariel's POV
I was retiring to my room, lost in thought, when I noticed a man walking about in the shadows.
He glanced around, like he was checking for watchers, his eyes filled with caution and paranoia.
I slowed down, my curiosity piqued, and watched him. He headed towards the wine cellar.
What's he up to?
I followed, careful to stay out of sight. The wine cellar was dimly lit, and he slipped inside before looking around again.
I hid behind a stack of barrels, peering through a gap. The man soon spoke to someone whose face I couldn't quite make out. His voice was urgent. “If the Don finds out she's not Ariella, we're all dead.”
I stiffened.
Huh?
The second silhouette replied. “Then keep your mouth shut. The Godfather wants her alive, for now.”
My blood ran cold. They
