Viella's POV
Reaching my car, I finally skidded into the driveway of my villa. Relief? Yeah, it lasted about three seconds-because there were a dozen sleek, black cars parked out infront of my house
I froze.
"Wait... did Dante already find me??" My voice cracked like a bad radio signal. "How is that even possible? He was literally there in police station. Did he take a flying jet or what?!"
My palms got sweaty. Okay, calm down Viella. Breath in. Breath out. Mafia boss or not, I wasn't about to roll over.
So I did the bravest (and dumbest) thing possible.
I kicked open my own front door.
"If you dare to hurt Lily, I won't forgive you, Dan-"
I choked mid-sentence. My jaw hit the floor.
"...Huh?? MARCELLA??"
Yep. Not Dante, it was my lovely older sister, Marcella, lounging on my couch like a queen legs crossed, sipping MY coffee like. Around her? A couple of scary-looking men in suits
Classic Marcella
