Testing the Heir

Vittoria

I turned to face him, my back instinctively stiffening. My uncle, Giacomo D'Amore, stood a few feet away from me, his eyes narrowed on me with an unfathomable gaze. He was a decade older than my father, with streaks of grey woven through his dark hair and an aura that had always struck me as a more immovable object than family.

We were never close. My father did business with him when he