Chiara
My heart skipped at the mention of Godfather. I stepped closer. “Godfather?”
The guard nodded. “Master Domenico’s grandfather.”
I gulped, my palms suddenly sweaty. What did he want from me? Why was he here? The last time we visited his mansion, he did nothing more than welcome us and steal glances at me. Now he was here for me. Why?
I exhaled and stepped closer to the car. One of the grandfather’s guards hurriedly opened the door.
It was a sign I was supposed to enter. I slid into the car while the guards stood outside, discussing things with my own guards in hushed tones.
I should call Domenico. This looked too weird. I took out my phone and began searching for his number. It was already saved, but I never had a reason to call him until now.
Just as I was about to dial, my p
