Alessia’s POV
If someone had told me three weeks ago that I’d be standing in a kitchen, teaching Leo freaking Romano how to season fish instead of plotting his downfall, I’d have spat in their face. And yet, there I was with flour on my cheek, apron around my waist, guiding the most dangerous man in Italy on how not to murder a steak.
“This is not blood, Leo,” I said, smacking his hand away from the cutting board for the third time. “It’s paprika, You don’t kill it, You sprinkle it like this ”
He scoffed. “Tesoro, I know what paprika is. You forget I own half of Sicily’s spice shipments.”
I raised a brow not even surprised at the empire he has anymore, this man could own the entire country and one wouldn't know about it. “You tried to pour wine into the frying pan.”
He tilted his head
