62

LORENA

I was sure if I ran into him in the dark alley, I’d run the other way. He looked like a total badass. “Giovanni and Alessio.” The latter two were more clean cut than Enzo and Luca but still gorgeous specimens.

I hated to admit it but these guys were devastatingly handsome. Of course, none of them compared to Alessandro , but they were pretty close. And every single one of them was dangerous.

There was this air of ruthlessness about them. They smiled but it was all a facade. They’d kill you just as easily as smile. “And you know Alessandro ,” Zia added, chuckling.

“Unfortunately,” I muttered.

“You didn’t think so earlier,” my husband retorted with a smug grin, and instantly my cheeks burned with embarrassment. I fucking hated this guy. I really did.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that.