A sly smirk spread across my face as I made a move toward Ginevra's booth, but Rosa’s hand shot out, grabbing my forearm in a tight grip.

"What?" I fired back, pulling against her strength.

"You aren't going over there," Rosa hissed under her breath.

"Why the hell not?" I demanded, my tone sharp. "Is it because of Ginevra? Or do you just want to keep hiding the fact that Sullivan is a Don?"

"Let's fucking get out of here first!" Rosa growled, her eyes darting toward the two men moving near the pillars.

"Oh, fuck you," I scoffed, glaring at her. "Like I'm going anywhere with your cheap ass."...