~ELENA~

The music vibrates in my bones immediately as we step into the club.

Belliago’s underground nightlife feels unreal….too bright, too loud, too wild. But with the Romano triplets and me, everything seems to warp around us. People move aside. Conversations stop. Eyes follow.

We walk to our VIP booth and sit down. Riccardo signals for a waitress to come over and then our orders are taken and are on our table a few minutes later.

Vincenzo sits at the edge of their VIP booth with a glass of whiskey, silent and unreadable. He is very alert….I can tell from his composure.

Nico lounges like he owns the place, flirting...