Chapter 71

• What? Take charge? I look at Russo shocked.
• My breath caught in my throat as I whipped my head towards Giovanni. His face was unreadable, but I detected no hints of surprise at Russo’s proclamation. Because he knew…he knew all along that this was their plan for me.
• As if sensing my inner turmoil, Giovanni squeezed my hand hard under the table. A silent warning not to make a scene, not to ruin whatever game they had going here. But I couldn’t hold it in any longer.