Chapter Fourteen.

"Quantum pensi ache valga la tua ragazza?" (How much do you think your girlfriend is worth?)

I am brought back to reality when I overhear one of the goons speaking Italian.

They converse exclusively in their mother tongue for two reasons: one, they're speaking about me, and two, they don't want me to know of their agendas because I am guaranteed to detest them with a passion.

'They are certainly in for a little treat..' My inner Goddess cackles.

They have no idea that I have been buried in books recently; I may not be fluent in Italiano, just yet. But, I can understand enough to pick up on what they are saying for me to respond.

Aces' pupils contract into thin slits, and his fingers twist into the plain white tablecloth in front of him, crinkling the perfectly ironed linen as he inwardly seethes at the comment being made.

I watch him discreetly in the corner of my eye, he's been closed off and aloof since he was forced to watch Trent take me against my will last night for the t