Chapter 129

• Matteo’s POV.
• The train rocked gently as it sped through the countryside, the rhythmic clatter of the wheels against the tracks almost soothing. Almost. If it weren’t for the looming pressure of the deal we were chasing, I might have actually enjoyed the ride.
• Gianna Lorenzo sat across from me, her laptop open, her eyes flicking between the screen and the papers she’d spread out like a fortress around her. She hadn’t said more than a handful of words since we boarded, and those were all business-related.