"You forget yourself," Anastasia said, her voice regaining its icy edge as she stepped out of his grasp.
Davide didn't look chastised. If anything, his smirk deepened, revealing a dimple that made him look deceptively charming. "Maybe," he agreed.
Below them, a door clicked shut and the heavy, unmistakable sound of Matteo's boots began to echo in the halls.
Matteo's eyes landed on the two of them. His gaze darkened, as they narrowed on Davide.
Davide didn't jump. He slowly turned his head, offering Matteo a curt, professional nod that didn't quite reach his defiant eyes. "buona giornata capo," he greeted.
Matteo began to climb the stairs, his movements intentional, like a tiger marking out the distance to its prey.
"I don't recall dismissing you from your assignment in Sicily. And I certainly don't recall giving you permission to speak to my wife."
"Sicily is settled, Capo. I was just helping the Lady find her footing."
