Lorenzo
"What are you doing here?" I asked, wiping my hands with the towel Alessio handed me.
"He told me Raffael is the traitor. That little shit," she growled, her eyes sparking fire.
"He told us where Maya is," Alessio muttered.
Veronica's eyes widened. "He did? Where is she?"
"Richard's house," Alessio replied. There was no emotion in his voice. No light. No anger. Nothing. I felt the same way.
That fucking bastard, I should have known he wanted. After the fucking touches her at the party, the way he looked at her. I should have killed him there and then.
"I'm coming," she announced.
"Seriously? Like this?" Alessio retorted, pointing at Veronica's outfit.
She looked down at herself. "Those heels are killer heels. They might come in handy. Who knows?"
"You will be a liability," Lev argued. "We don't have time to save your ass."
Veronica cocked her head to the side. "Really?"
