ALESSANDRA When I finally arrived in California, it was already 10 o'clock in the night. My heart raced in my chest as I stepped down from the cab I had taken from the airport, standing before a fancy, silver gate, its sleek design reflecting the dim streetlights above. The streets were hauntingly quiet, but I knew better than to believe that I was alone. Somewhere hidden in the shadows, my father’s security detail was likely watching, their presence cloaked in the inky darkness of the night. I approached the sleek video intercom, its surface cool to the touch as I pressed a button, a faint click breaking the stillness of the night. Moments later, a voice resonated through the device, crisp and slightly distorted, “Who is this?”“It’s me, Donato. Open the gate,” I replied, my voice steady and confident, masking the shiver that rippled through my body from the biting cold. The night felt heavy around me, wrapping me in a dark, chilling embrace. It was crucial to make the bodyguard b
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