nchis. "We need to take them down, Sophia," he said. "We

her father's hatred for the Bianchis was misplaced. She

couldn't help but wonder what the future

enemies, or

me woul

eep breath, feeling the cool air fill her lungs. She knew that she had to

and do nothing. She had to take action, to do so

oughts and ideas. She knew that she had to be c

ouldn't give up. She had to

citement and fear. She knew that the road ahead would b

ideas. She was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't even not

ed, as she stepped back to a

d a beat as she saw who it was. Alessandro Bianchi, the

his voice low and smooth. "What ar

to play it cool. "Just o

walk?" he repeated. "In this ne

s eyes narrowed. She knew that she had to

something," Sophia said, trying

her soul. "What were you looking for?"

omething to say. But before she could come

nt before responding. "I'll be right

o," he said. "But this isn't over, Sophia

knew that she had to be careful, that Alessa

out a sigh of relief. She knew that she had nar

l, that Alessandro Bianchi was a man who w

ling that she was ex