ARYA’S POV
The shopping bags were heavy, cutting into my palms as we made our way back to the villa. I didn't mind because they were evidence of the best day I had.
But the moment we pulled up to the entrance, something felt off.
Enzo was waiting at the door, his usual smile was replaced with a grim frown. The second he saw us, he straightened up, his eyes going immediately to Giovanni.
"Boss," he called out. "We need to talk. It's urgent."
I paused on the steps, my bags rustling. "Is everything-"
Giovanni was already moving toward Enzo and they met halfway, and Enzo leaned in close, speaking in rapid Italian that I couldn't follow.
Whatever he said made Giovanni's expression harden immediately.
"Cazzo," Giovanni muttered, then more words I didn't understand.
His whole demeanor
