CHAPTER 8 A Proposition From Marcello

Alessia's POV

The bar was crowded, filled with smoke and the loud hum of conversation and laughter over drinks. I was on my countless wipe of the counter that evening, trying to keep a low profile as sleazy remarks and whistles came my way.

"Why don't you smile a little, bella? Brighten up the...

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