Sophia’s heels clicked down the long corridor of the high-security wing two days later than scheduled. She had tried to delay this session. Told herself she needed more distance. Told the warden she had other priority cases.
But the warden had simply looked at her and said, “The Rossi brothers requested you specifically. They’ve been… cooperative since you started seeing them. Don’t rock the boat.”
So here she was again.
She stopped in front of their cells, heart already beating faster than it should. The three brothers were waiting. They always were.
Marco stood closest to the bars, arms crossed over his broad chest. His green eyes locked onto her instantly, dark and hungry. Dante leaned against the wall of his cell with that quiet intensity that always made her stomach tighten. Luca
