Sophia's POV
The sharp knock on the passenger window made us both freeze.
Through the glass, I could see a familiar black sedan parked beside us, and my blood turned to ice as I recognized the controlled, measured presence of the man approaching our car.
"Dr. Rosenberg," Vito said, "How convenient to find you here."
"Vito," David replied carefully, his arm still protectively around my shoulders.
Vito's attention shifted to me, and even through his dark sunglasses, I could feel the intensity of his gaze boring into me like a physical weight.
"I think," he continued, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper, "you should know that you're currently holding my wife."
"Vito, let me explain—" I started, scrambling out of the car to face him.
"Of course. You need to explain what you we
