I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Why would Nico do such a thing? Why did he feel the need to hide me from his father? My mind raced with questions as I glanced at Bella. She was focused on driving, her eyes clouded with uncertainty. The night was dark, the headlights cutting through the blackness and casting eerie shadows on the trees lining the road. I knew the mafia was dangerous, but was their father really that terrifying?
"I can see you're having doubts about trusting my brother," Bella finally said, breaking the heavy silence. Her voice was low, almost a whisper, yet it carried a weight that demanded attention. "But I assure you, this is the best option."
"How so?" I asked, feeling conflicted and desperate for answers. My voice trembled slightly, betraying the storm of emotio
