“Mazza, grab your ammo,” I hiss.
When Mazza waves his hand, his men walk over and take the crates to the SUV. It takes them a few minutes to finish.
“Later,” Mazza hums.
“Right.”
Prologue Athena
The night is warm, and the sky is dark navy with sparkling stars. It looks like navy velvet with diamonds.
Roberto is leaning against his black Audi, looking at me. The man is gorgeous. He is tall, has dark hair, and has a toned athletic build.
I love the red dress that I decided to wear. It clings to my curves and flows around my thighs, making it very sexy and feminine. I know that he likes it because his eyes roam up and down my body.
He makes me feel beautiful.
I walk up to Roberto, smiling, gazing into his honey-colored eyes with long black lashes.
“Ciao, bella,” He says, moving his arms, wrapping them around my waist.
He kisses me softly and slides his tongue into my mouth, tangling with mine. He pulls away, moving his hand and wrapping it around my neck. A possessive move, very dominant, kisses me again. I pull away, smiling up at him.
“Roberto, I’m ready.”
“Bene, let’s go because I have reservations at Ristorante di Lago.
“Oh yeah, that is a nice restaurant.”
“It is, bella.”
He helps me into his car and closes the door. I pull the seat belt and buckle up. I look at him and enter the car, turning it on. He turns on the stereo, and Andrea Bocelli flows out of the speakers.
“Let’s go,” Robert hums, taking my hand.
He pulls out of my driveway and onto the road. I look out the window at the beautiful view of Sacramento from Folsom. It takes a few minutes to get to the restaurant.
A few minutes later, we’re sitting at a table with an amazing view. The waiter takes our order. He smiles at me, takes my hand, and gazes into my eyes.
He’s so intense and attentive. I love it. He makes me feel special. I smile at him, holding his hand.
The waiter brings our food, and we start eating.
“Bella, are you happy with your job?”
“Yes, I love being a nurse. It’s challenging since it’s always busy in the ER, but it’s very rewarding to help people get well.”
“Athena, have you ever been to Italy?”
“No. I’ve been going to school, and now I’m working at the hospital.”
“Bella, you would love Italy. Maybe someday I could take you.”
“Ah, that sounds wonderful,” I say, moving my hair from my face.
“Athena, did you enjoy your Lasagne alla Bolognese,” Roberto asks, lifting his red wine.
“Yes, I did; it was delicious,” I say, smiling, staring at him.
