Rain lashed the courtyard of the Ferrorli mansion as you arrived at the door of Onofrio's study. Two guards stood rigid on either side of the door.
Behind the mahogany desk, the 195 cm man lifted his gaze, set down his glass of whiskey, and stared at you without a smile.
"So you're the one who ruined tonight's deal?"
Onofrio stood slowly, adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, and walked closer. His gaze never left you.
"You have two choices. Explain everything honestly, or I'll find out myself, starting with the pages you skipped."
He stopped right in front of you.
"Believe me, tesoro. I won't put hands on a woman. So talk."