"I'm sorry," he said evenly. "I have to go. Nonnina is headed back."
He glanced over his shoulder, listening for the echo of approaching footsteps.
"And just so you know," Bianca added, "I will have your aunt's head."
The call ended abruptly.
Riccardo stared at the black screen for a long moment before lowering the phone. His reflection looked back at him in the dark glass of the window. Handsome. Composed.
He exhaled slowly.
Never ask a crazy woman for favors. Never.
He pushed off the window and ran a hand through his hair. He had thought this would be simple. Step into Marco's position. Earn Luciano's trust. Establish himself in America. Instead, he had walked into an explosive triangle.
Riccardo closed his eyes briefly.
Bianca was a woman who burned when crossed. Luca was a storm of his own. And now he stood at the center of both.
His new life policy formed quietly in his mind, edged with bitter amusement.
Never ask a crazy woman for favors.
