Chapter 17

• Ava’s POV
• As I'd predicted, Fabio offered no explanation to Diego. He simply ushered me into his car, and we were soon speeding towards his mansion. I glanced down at my attire: a simple summer short, a striped black cotton jacket, and white tennis shoes. What on earth?
• "What are you doing? Can't you just leave me at my house, Don Fabio—or Moretti, or whoever you are? Why are you dragging me into your family's issues, your business? I'm not even involved," I said, my voice slowly calm, though I was fighting the urge to scream at him.