His Mission

GIOVANNI’S POV I climbed into the back of the black Mercedes, my jaw tight with barely contained fury. I pressed the button on my phone without looking, the line connecting immediately. "We've arrived," I said curtly. "Good flight?" Enzo's voice came through clear despite the distance. "How's our blushing bride handling Italy?" "She's fine," I replied, my tone clipped. I didn't want to talk about Arya right now. It would only lead me to want to think about the way her face had lit up when she realized where we were, or how she'd looked sleeping on the plane before I’d woken her. There was a pause on the other end of the line. When Enzo spoke again, his voice had lost its teasing edge. "Boss, I need you to be careful over there. This situation… it’s volatile. You're walking into a hornet's nest." "I'm aware," I said, watching the Italian countryside blur past my window. The familiar landscape should have been comforting, but all I felt was cold rage. "I mean it, Gio," Enzo pr