ANDI
HE throws inside his car like a sack of potatoes. He quickly followed and got in the car.
"Andiamo," he said to the driver.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked him.
The car started moving, but Marco remained silent, ignoring my question.
"Your Grace—"
"Call me by name, or I'm going to take you right here."
"You can't do that!" I exclaimed before glancing in the driver up front.
"Try me," he challenges me.
I gulped while trying to assess if he was joking or not. But knowing him, I bet he's serious as hell. So, I decided not to push any more buttons.
I ignored him all the way back to his castle. He didn't try to talk to me as well, so the ride home became awfully quiet.
After an hour, we arrived at the House of Costa De Lucca. The ambiance was different. Gone are the feeling
