CASSIAN
I shoved the screen of the iPad Nico had placed before me.
A photo of Ginerva at Lake Como's airstrip.
Another of her stepping out of the black Audi; several black Sudan driving behind her.
Another shot of her walking into the real estate building where I fucking was.
Queen Of Class and Style seen within the Moretti property.
Historical match about to happen.
I didn't scroll anymore; I shoved the iPad away.
"Nico, see to it that those fucking tabloids and gossip is taken down." I sighed.
"Yes, Boss," Nico said, pulling out his phone; already speaking to someone on the phone.
Ginerva looked at me lazily, her eyes searching for answers they wouldn't find.
"You do not want the public to know?" Her impeccable Italian accent scrapped my shoulder.
"No."
"I like my business out with the public."
I leaned in. "I like the public out of my business. Anything else to show we're running out of match?"
She stared at me for a long second before shaking her head.
