Dante stands, signaling the end of breakfast.
Half the staff straighten as if on command.
“Stay in the public rooms this morning,” he says to me. “Giovanni will show you where you can and can’t go. Don’t test the fences yet.”
“Yet?” I echo.
He looks over his shoulder as he leaves, giving me a look that says he knows me too well.
“You always test fences,” he says. “Just remember this one has teeth.”
He walks out, Luca and two guards falling in silently behind him.
The room exhales when he’s gone.
Mia flops back in her chair. “Okay,” she says. “I hate him. But also, that was…hot?”
“Do not say that word in relation to him in my presence,” I mutter, stabbing a strawberry like it personally offended me.
“Just saying,” she murmurs. “If he wasn’t a controlling mobster with boundary issu
