use as he poured himself a glass of whiskey. Morning light spilled into the room

wirling the amber liquid in his

hl

as supposed to be a fleeting distraction-a beautiful woman who crossed his path and l

en surprise him,

It was a clean exit, his way of ensuring no complications. But something abou

ing she was just like everyone else? Or would

care about the a

ut of his thoughts. "Come in," he

s Alessio's second-in-command, Matteo was trusted wi

greeted, noddin

asked, setting the gla

followed up on the girl from last nigh

though his expression re

't take t

han Alessio expected. He arched a br

wrote," Matteo said, his tone matter-of-fact.

crossing over his chest. He didn't say anything

dn't t

his time reaching hi

carefully. "Should I leave it at th

, his voice calm b

w. Dahlia intrigued him, and he prefer

n't she?" Matteo asked, a hi

, almost dangerous soun

urned to leave. "Careful, Boss. That ki

lessio replied smoothly, his g

glass and took another sip. The fact that Dahlia hadn't

t like th

ways finished

phone rang, the shrill sound cutt

he screen-it wa

answered, his tone c

e on the other end said urgently. "The Caste

llanos. He knew they were getting

id, his voice darkening. "I

the phone cutting through the

a matter of busin

and headed for the door. Dahlia would have t

had just made a