Chapter 115

Bria's pov

I returned to the living room to find Fiona glaring daggers at the back of an oblivious Lorenzo, who was engrossed in the small meeting he was having with some of the men. I recognized Massimo, whose eyes met mine with a wink and the older man from last time, Vasily—I think—was his name. The men took turns speaking to him, likely keeping him in the loop with the recent development while