Alessia's heart pounded as she approached the abandoned warehouse. The message had been clear: come alone.
She spotted Francesca leaning against a crate, a sly smile spreading across her face.
"Welcome, Alessia. I see you're brave enough to face me."
Alessia stood tall. "What do you want, Francesca?"
Francesca chuckled. "Oh, I want many things. But most of all, I want Marco to suffer."
Alessia's eyes narrowed. "You're using me to get to him."
Francesca shrugged. "You're just a pawn, darling. A weakness in Marco's armor."
Alessia's anger flared. "I won't let you hurt him."
Francesca snorted. "You think you can protect him? You're just a naive little girl playing mafia wife."
Suddenly, footsteps echoed through the warehouse.
Marco emerged, his eyes blazing with fury.
"Francesca, you'll pay for this."
Francesca's smile grew. "Marco, darling. You're just in time to witness the beginning of your downfall."
Alessia's confusion deepened. What was Francesca planning?
Marco charged forward, but Alessia grabbed his arm.
"Wait, Marco. There's more to this."
Marco's gaze locked onto hers. "What do you mean?"
Alessia hesitated. "I don't know, but Francesca's not working alone."
Francesca's laughter pierced the air. "You're smarter than I thought, Alessia. But too late. The damage is done."
As Francesca vanished into the shadows, Alessia felt a chill run down her spine.
What had Francesca set in motion?
Marco's eyes burned with determination. "We'll find out. Together."
But Alessia's trust wavered.
Was Marco hiding something?
Alesia wondered