Chapter 62
- I stare at Russo D’errico in silence, unable to move. I don’t know what it was about him but he always made me so nervous.
- Say something! I willed myself to speak but my tongue refused to move.
- “Well, well…” Russo’s voice oozed with condescending mirth as his pale eyes slowly raked over me with undisguised insolence. “The little American tart who has caused our family such delightful complications.”