Ares Saviano woke up in a luxurious bed, the soft sheets tangled around him. He tilted his head to the side, his eyes falling on the half-naked woman beside him, her hair splayed across the pillow. His head throbbed from the drinks he had consumed last night.
Groaning, he tried to sit up, but the door burst open, and Antonio Conti stepped inside, his face set in a grim expression.
"Ares, get dressed immediately," Antonio commanded. "The police are at our door with a warrant."
Ares rubbed his temples, trying to shake off the headache. "What the hell are you talking about? And why the f**k didn't you knock?"
Antonio's eyes flicked to the woman in the bed, then back to Ares. "There’s no time to explain. She needs to get the f**k out of here...now."
Ares glanced at the woman, then back at
