“I’ll be right out here when you’re finished, Mrs. Belluci.”

I sigh heavily as my eyes raise to Lorenzo’s in the rearview mirror.

“Can we please just stick with Tempest?” “’Fraid not, Mrs. Belluci.”

His face stays utterly neutral. In the few times I’ve interacted with Matteo’s head of security slash right-hand man, it’s become clear that he’s a man of few words. Not exactly big on showing emotions, either.

Honestly, the guy’s a brick wall.

“Okay, but, Mrs. ...