Giulia… enemy. That was what Rico had been trying to tell Ortensia. The words kept echoing in her head. She didn't even know how her legs carried her to Giulia's room, but when she pushed the door open, she saw her sitting there calmly, painting her nails.
Giulia looked up with that smug smile she always wore. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Ortensia," she said softly, crossing her legs. "Or is it because Vito finally showed you who he really is?"
Ortensia folded her arms. "We need to talk."
Giulia chuckled. "Talk? About what, doll? About how your lover boy is losing interest? Because trust me, it's only a matter of time before he drops you. Mafia men don't love... Love is weakness." She said it like she was proud of it.
Ortensia clenched her fists but tried not to show i
