Chapter 7
Gianna Marino
I pressed myself into the corner of the large, extravagant room, knees tucked against my chest, trying to steady my breath.
The door swung open without warning.
Alessio walked in.
Gone was the man who looked at me softly at the bar, the man who had held me from falling twice. This man was furious. His rage filled the room even before he said a word.
"Was this part of your big plan?" he asked coldly, and I wanted to respond—say something, anything—but the warning echoed in my head.
'Keep your mouth shut.'
"Did you know all along and decide to use me for your little game?" he growled, closing the distance between us. My lips parted slightly, but I said nothing. The woman’s warning rang louder.
'Don’t provoke him. If you want to live, don’t speak.'
My eyes d
