Capítulo 19: The Lion's Den.

Bianca's words hung heavy in the air, 

Achille's mocking laughter died in his throat. His brow furrowed, and his gaze met hers, sparking a silent challenge. "Death? You can't be serious," he scoffed, his voice laced with a hint of steel. "What kind of twisted game are you playing, signorina? I don't clip roses in full bloom."

Bianca's eyes darkened and held no humor. A shiver, unrelated to the night air, danced down Achille's spine. 'Is this why she approached me at the after party?' he thought, suspicion simmering.

"Why in the world would I do that?" he countered, his voice low like a conspiratorial whisper. "You haven't crossed me or the Famiglia."

Bianca's voice, a husky promise laced with danger, tightened her grip on his collar. "The time will come, signor," she purred. "And when it does, my demise must be by your hand. do you understand? Otherwise, fate itself will find a way."