Chapter 45
Three days after Mikhail's death, she was having lunch with Isabella when she noticed something odd. The Italian woman kept checking her phone, responding to texts in code, making excuses to leave the room.
"Everything okay?" she asked.
"Fine. Just business." Isabella's smile was tight. "Marco's dealing with some complications."
"What kind of complications?"
"Nothing you need to worry about."
But that night, unable to sleep, she went looking for water and overheard Isabella on the phone. Speaking English this time, not Italian.
"...yes, I understand. Three weeks, maybe four before we can move... No, Adrian doesn't suspect anything... The girl? She trusts me. That makes her vulnerable..."
She froze in the hallway, her blood going cold.
"...Rossini wants both territories.
