Chapter 83

Ellie

A few hours earlier...

"You are Ellie Blackwood?" Giovanni Leones asked in a thick Italian accent, his deep voice surprisingly gentle.

I looked at him, studying his features slowly and carefully. He looked about in his late thirties with jet-black hair and eyes so dark that they seemed almost black.

His face...well, he could almost be considered handsome, I suppose, but there was a deep scar running from his forehead down to his cheek on the right side of his face. It made him look intimidating, to say the least.

He sat with an air of confidence, his posture tall and regal, indicating a man of stature and strength. Even though he was seated, I could sense he was tall from the width of his broad shoulders and the powerful build of his chest and arms.

One look at Giovanni Leones and I could tell he wasn't a man to be trifled with.