"Rosalia! Giovanni! Dinner is ready, come on out!"
Her mother’s cheerful voice echoing down the hallway was the only thing that broke the suffocating spell in the bedroom. Rosa snapped out of her shock, her heart still hammering against her ribs from the mention of Eliana's name.
She took a sharp step back from Giovanni, glaring up at him with a mixture of terror and fierce warning. "We are going out there," she whispered harshly, pointing a finger at his chest. "And you are going to watch exactly what you say in front of my mother. If you drop one mafia hint, or say anything about Italy, I swear to God..."
Giovanni merely smirked, casually smoothing down his unbuttoned shirt. He looked entirely unfazed by her threats, the dangerous glint back in his eyes. "Relax, cara. I am a perfect g
