Alessia's POV
I was still trying to piece it all together, trying to figure out where I stood in this game between them.
But before I could say anything, before I could even fully process my own thoughts—the door swung open.
Sienna Bianchi ?
She walked in like she belonged here, as if she wasn't standing in a room with two of the most dangerous men I had ever known. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, her presence sharp and demanding. In her hand, she clutched a thick folder, and the weight of whatever was inside made the air in the room shift.
She stopped a few feet away, scanning the room with a detached expression, like she was unimpressed by all of it.
"Good," she said, voice cold. "You're all here. Saves me the trouble."
You all?
Dante leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms lazily. "And what trouble is that, exactly?"
Sienna didn't even blink. "Your names keep showing up in places they shouldn't."
