Norah looked like she had been to hell and back. She was the portrayal of despair and disillusion but she immediately sat taller, blinking and visibly fighting back her tears to face him without shying away.
“I want to leave, signor Gritti,” she stated in a determined tone. “I’m done staying here, and being mistreated.”
The rasp in her voice scraped at his nerves while Leone studied her. Vixens knew how to use their sexuality on a man. If Norah was a victim, he would expect her to appeal to the protector in him and not be so confrontational.
But Norah Wilde was a fighter. Leone didn’t want to find that determination attractive.
‘Don’t be such a fucking softie, Gritti!’
Leone had to remind himself that the woman standing in front of him was suspected of being the accomplice of Weldon, conspiring together with him to bilk the bank and a completely legitimate nonprofit organization of millions of euros in donations.
“Miss Wilde, I am abso
