The car ride back from La Belle Nuit was suffocatingly silent.
Adriana sat rigidly in her seat, arms crossed as she gazed out the window. She could still feel Moretti’s presence lingering, his cryptic words replaying in her mind.
“You can be more than just his weakness.”
“If you choose the winning side.”
A warning? A temptation? Or something more?
Marco, on the other hand, was barely keeping his anger in check. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel, his grip so tight Adriana swore she could hear the leather creak beneath his touch.
Finally, unable to bear the silence, she turned to him.
“You’re mad.”
Marco let out a humorless laugh, keeping his eyes on the road. “Mad? No. Furious? Absolutely.”
Adriana exhaled sharply. “I told you I needed to go.”
“And I told you that Mor
