James.

“Please make sure it’s taken care of,” I muttered, my eyes narrowed as I stared at the wall. We’d arrived in Italy a few days ago, and problems were already springing up. I was the Don, no surprise, a fate that would befall Alessandro eventually as well, unless something changed.

Here, we’d have more opportunities. That tiny detail was stuck in Becca’s mind, but I could tell she wanted out as soon as possible. Hopefully, she would adapt ...