Sold to the Enemy: The Don Obsession
I gripped the fence, my palms all sweaty.
Downstairs was basically a minefield. I knew the layout, but I didn't know the codes. Alessandro had bragged that not even a ghost could get in here without him knowing.
But could a ghost get out? I went down slowly, hugging the wall.
One step, then two.
When I reached the lobby, I froze. The front door was a total no-go—fingerprint scanners, codes, all that high-tech stuff.
Marcus told me to use the servant's entrance.