[Elena's POV]

"Signorina," he greeted. He turned to Noah. "Don Marlowe."

Noah gave a short nod. "State your business."

The gentleman reached into his breast pocket. He withdrew a thick cream envelope sealed with crimson wax. The Viti family crest stamped the center. He stepped forward and offered the envelope to Noah.

Noah broke the wax seal. He unfolded the heavy parchment. A muscle jumped in his jaw.

"What does it say?" I asked.

Noah handed the letter to me. The text was Italian.

The Viti ...