Unfinished Business

Chiara stared at Arturo, her brows knitted as he opened another bottle of whiskey.

“An offer?” she repeated, folding her arms. “What kind of offer could that possibly be?”

Arturo leaned back on the couch, rolling the glass between his fingers. His gaze flicked up to her. “I need you to get me something,” he said calmly. “Something only you can get.”

“From where?” she asked warily.

“From your fathe