Valentina held onto her camera bag, with a huge smile plastered all over her face as she followed Salvatore.
"I've never seen you happier," he said dryly.
"Try being locked up all day by a tyrant, and see if you wouldn't be chirpy at the thought of finally breaking free, even for a few seconds."
"Tyrant?" He snickered.
"Tyrant, dictator, devil— I can go on if you like."
The corner of his lips curved into a half smile, as he shook his head.
Valentina chuckled on the inside. There was nothing better than trash talking Luciano to his men who saw him as a God. Especially Salvatore.
His reactions were always one of amusement, and it tickled her.
"We're here," he said, his hand going to the door handle. "Hopefully, you call him a tyrant to his face."
"Watch and see."
He bobbed his head and opened the door for her to go in first, before following her in.
The air completely changed the moment Valentina walked in.
