VICTORIA BELLA WASHINGTON

“What did she say to you?” Vincenzo asked, his tone dripping with a cold, menacing aura. I knew I had his attention now, not the jester who had been toying with me earlier.

I folded my arms across my chest and explained the rude remark his assistant had made. I further described her countenance to him. The foreboding silence in the room was almost tangible, and he looked down at my face before nodding. With his hands in his pockets, he turned back to his ...