Rome, Italy.
Alliana's pov:
"You guys can put your guns down; Gio isn't going anywhere," I said firmly, my voice cutting through the tension in the room like a knife. Vex and AJ exchanged a brief glance before gradually lowering their guns and stowing them back in their pockets, though the tension in their postures remained palpable.
As the room fell into an uneasy silence, Giana spoke up, her voice hesitant but curious. "Is it just me, or do I suspect something is going on between Kai and Souline?" she wondered, her eyes darting between the group.
Gio turned to face Giana, his expression guarded. "What else could be going on between them, Giana?" he asked. The mere mention of Kai and Souline's names seemed to set him on edge, stirring up a storm of unresolved feelings and suspicions. But Giana wasn't deterred by Gio's brusque response. "I don't know," she admitted, her brow furrowing in thought.
