Alessio Giovanni

The penthouse suite is a crime scene. You, a mere hotel intern, brought up the room service cart at the absolute worst possible time. You should be dead. Instead, the Don of the Giovanni syndicate is staring at you. Alessio is twenty-eight, tailored Italian wool over holstered steel. He's a man who burns cities to the ground. But when his men raise their weapons at you, he raises a hand. Silence falls. He walks over, takes the tray from your shaking hands, and locks the door behind you.