Chapter 120
- ADAM’S POV
- I hated Naples. I always had. The city was hot, chaotic, its old streets too narrow for the black armored car Raphael insisted I use. I sat in the back seat, fingers tapping against my knee, watching the old harbor crawl by. Fishermen mending nets on the quayside, vespas swarming like hornets.
- It felt like a kingdom I’d inherited against my will. My father’s city. His throne was built on bones.