GIOVANNAThe night air was colder than I expected.Or maybe it was just the man beside me, his presence itself was a menace and I couldn't get the car accident out of my head, as the black Bentley cut through the streets like a panther on the prowl.Marko hadn’t said a word since I got into the car.His cologne was maddening, dark amber, spice, danger. The kind of scent you’d bury your face in if you weren’t so disgusted by the man who wore it.He didn’t even look at me. Just sipped his wine like this was any other damn Friday.Why is he with wine inside of the car?“Do I pass your inspection, husband?” I asked, my voice cutting through with sarcasm.His eyes flicked to me, cool and slow. "You clean up well, Gattina. Try not to claw anyone’s face off tonight. We’re here to smile and save your father.” Exactly. That's the only reason I'm going with him. The cool night air filtered in through the window and soon, we were pulling up at the venue."Smile, but say nothing? Nod, but stay p
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