[Alfio's Pov]
The air turned solid.
I froze. Riccardo's lips were still too close. And Salvo… Salvo stood at the door like the Grim Reaper dressed in tailored Armani—fury carved into every inch of his body.
His voice cracked the silence.
Slow. Cold. Mocking. A clap followed—sharp, cruel, deliberate. It sounded louder than it should have in this tiled tomb of a bathroom.
"Well, well, well…" he drawled, stepping inside with all the patience of a man who knew how this story would end. "A secret lovers' reunion? In some dirty bathroom? That's adorable."
His eyes sliced through Riccardo like a scalpel.
But they didn't linger. No—because the real target was me. When his gaze found mine, it gripped my throat like an invisible hand.
The pressure.
Like a snake slowly coiling around my lungs.
I couldn't move. My knees locked. My tongue turned to stone. My body screamed, Run, but my bones whispered, You won't make it in time.
