Slipping Away

Alessia’s POV

I glanced at Gennaro, sitting quietly in the corner, nursing his drink. He hadn’t said a word.

“You’ve been awfully quiet, Gennaro,” I said. “No stories to share? No girlfriend either?”

Clara’s grin turned mischievous. “Oh, Gen here’s in love with the daughter of one of the De Santis family’s enemies, a real forbidden romance.”

My brows lifted. “Wow. That must be tough.”