Chapter 138

Marcella

He walked into the dining room in a black suit that was half a mess. Sleeves rolled up, top buttons undone, and hair ruffled. His muscles were throbbing, probably from all the tension in his body and it made my eyes walk over every inch of his skin.

I don't know how and I don't know when, but something inside me just snapped into place about Corrado. Maybe it was his vow, or how he looked