[Giovanni]
I couldn't get a proper read on him. Not the way I wanted.
Did he know about my little encounter with his alter ego, or was he still blissfully in the dark? Dante's face gave away nothing. His reactions were too controlled, his expressions too faint. No hint that he suspected me, or that he knew who I really was.
Which only confirmed what I'd already begun to suspect—Mr. Wentworth was the dangerous one. Dante? He was the dull half. The boring one.
Still, I hadn't expected him to apologise or even ask about Bianca.
Lucky for him, my first delivery was probably already making its way to his doorstep.
By then, we could talk once more.
The door clicked shut behind me, muffling the sound of his voice as he made some calls. I didn't bother listening.
I walked down the hall wit
