Chapter 25

Dario

Even hours after Clara’s rescue, the men couldn’t stop talking about how calmly she’d handled the situation. How, with a man bleeding out on a beach, two men dead behind her, the scent of gunpowder still heavy in the air, she’d knelt in the sand and stitched a bullet wound.

“She’s calmer than you, Enzo,” Rocco had joked.

A few of the others had laughed in agreement. “Why haven’t you hired he