CHAPTER 16
My blood ran cold at the unexpected intrusion. Kyle, his perfectly styled hair damp from the rain, stood frozen in the doorway, confusion etched on his face. The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on, and I knew a single misstep, a single misplaced word, could spell disaster.
Before I could formulate a response, Don Luciano's eyes narrowed. "Who are you?" he growled, his voice like gravel scraping against stone.
Kyle blinked, seemingly regaining his composure. "I'm Kyle, Zoey's... friend," he stammered, his gaze flitting nervously between me and the two mafia leaders.
Thinking fast, I plastered a smile on my face and stepped towards him, my voice dripping with fabricated sweetness. "Oh, Kyle, what are you doing here? I thought you were at the other end of the esta
