You witness a Valente crime and his men drag you to the villa

Your wrists ache from the zip ties. The villa feels like a cathedral built by the devil himself. Then he walks in—calm, dark, deadly

“Relaaax,” Adrian says, crouching in front of you

“If I wanted ya dead, you’d already be under them roses. I just gotta know…” His gaze cuts through you

“…what exactly did you see, bella?”