Seduction in shadows

Shadows o

r share of bad ideas. This on

ring her favorite (and only) leather jacket that had been patc

tupidly signed. She read the sum again and nearly laug

e polished glass-and-steel exterior didn't scream mob boss inside.

l, professional, and wearing a blazer that probab

sound as panicked as she felt. "

s perfectly pluck

tering on a nervous smile. "Or the 'big sc

With a curt nod, she made a call, and two men in suits

h. "You'd think the mafia would at least offer sna

an intimidating way. Dark wood paneling, leather chairs, and f

n she s

andro

and a cigar. What she got instead was... well, devastating. Alessandro looked li

stomach flip uncomfortably. He wasn't trying to intimidate

said, his voice a low rumble t

jacket. "Amara Russo, sister of the idiot wh

ps twitched. Ju

e leg over the other. She felt his gaze sweep over her,

oney," Alessandro began

hough her voice betrayed her nerves. "To me

t there was something in his eye

ey?" he asked, leani

armrests. "Not exactly. But I do have a great sense

ind her cleared his throat,

't waver. "I don't rec

ack. "Lasagna's a universal peace of

mara thought she might have pushed too far. But then h

bold," he s

eful.' Bold makes

hat what

t gets my brother out of this me

ther's mess is now your responsibility

t happened to two weeks? Or, you know, a payment pla

, his expression unreadabl

he record, you could use a better customer service p

gaze following her as

I survive this, I'm naming my lasagna af

e she saw the faint

help but glance back. Alessandro Ricci was dangerous, no doubt about it.