Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Isabella’s POV

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The wrought-iron gates to Dominic’s villa in Florence slid open with the same silent menace I remembered.

His villa rose beyond us with its old stone walls, arched windows, and security embedded so deeply into its bones that it almost breathed authority. The place was beautiful in a way that made you straighten your spine but also equally dangerous in a way that reminded you this wasn’t a place you wandered into by accident.

Mateo leaned forward in his seat, peering through the window.