Alessandro was vivid when we got into the car and I had no idea why. I had gotten what he came here for in the first place without any bloodshed. Any other person would be delighted with my approach but not him.
“You should never have done that, Gianna,” Alessandro said, his voice cold, as he stared out of the moving car.
“I was only trying to help and I didn’t want things to end on a sour note, Alessandro,” I said, trying to plead my case.
“You shouldn’t have done that. Your years learning under your father should’ve let you know that there’s a hierarchy that should always be respected.”
There was another man in the limousine with us and he gave me a look that I couldn’t decipher. I’d been living with Alessandro for a few weeks now but I’ve never seen him around.
“Yoda is right,
