FIORELLA’S POV
Air finally reached my lungs again.
I hadn’t realized how difficult breathing became whenever he crowded my space until that moment.
I stepped out after him and walked into a room with a man sitting on the couch, drinks on the table in front of him.
The man smiled when he saw Rhys.
“The Don finally decided to grace me with his presence,” he said as he stood up and bowed. “It’s an honour to have you.”
Rhys returned the smile and sat across from him. “I would hope so. Because it seemed like you’ve been avoiding me, Massimo.”
I sat beside him and tried to distract myself by looking around the place.
Marble floors reflected the chandeliers overhead while expensive paintings lined the walls.
“I would never,” Massimo responded, sitting back down. “It’s just that my he
