*Giovani*
I leaned my head back against my chair and closed my eyes with a sigh. I'd been trying to focus on work, but the numbers on my papers kept swimming back and forth. Finally, I had to just let myself think about the specter that had been haunting my thoughts–Salvatore.
A week had passed since the dinner, and we didn't know anything new. All my plans came crashing down around my shoulders when Alessandro charged into the breach before Sal got anywhere near as drunk as we needed him. Then, after Olivia stormed out, her hackles were up, and I couldn't ask anything that might risk showing my hand. The only thing worse than her being mad at me for something I told her was her being mad for something I didn't.
My phone rang, the ringtone I kept for my high-ranking men, and I plucked it off ……
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