[Alfio's Pov]
I lowered my hand and lifted my chin as I walked forward.
Salvo didn't look back to check if I was following. He didn't need to. I trailed behind him like a shadow he couldn't shake off even if he tried. Not because he wanted me there. But because he knew I wouldn't stray far.
He told me to stay close. And I knew better than to test his patience twice in one night.
The auction house loomed ahead like a glittering palace for the damned—its chandeliers visible through tall stained glass windows, casting strange patterns on the marbled ground. People stepped out of luxury cars, escorted by guards and servants, their faces twisted with greed and smirks, like they all owned this world.
But nothing compared to the Aura Salvo Mancini had here.
