**Lucia’s POV**

The four men at the table were relentless. They didn’t even bother with the pretense of conversation.

One of them, a man with a thick gold chain nestled in his chest hair and skin that looked permanently oily, let his eyes roam over me with sickening slowness. His gaze traveled from my trembling lips down to my chest, lingering there until I felt a wave of cold nausea roll through my stomach.

I wanted to scream, lash out, and run until my legs gave way, but Raffaele’s ...