~VALENTINO’S POV~
I stepped forward slowly, the gentle evening breeze tugging at the collar of my coat, but I barely felt it.
My eyes were fixed on Rocco, on the guilt written all over his face.
I tucked both hands into my side pockets, not to look casual but to stop them from trembling.
I stopped a few feet away from him and let the silence settle between us, thick and charged.
Then I spoke, “Thank you,” I said, holding his gaze.
“For leading me here… for leading me to my wife.”
“She’s not here,” he said immediately, holding up his hands. “And I’m sorry. I should have told you.”
“You don’t have to be sorry,” I replied, tone tightening.
“I know she made you promise not to tell me, iget it. But I also know Giulia doesn’t go anywhere without her, so where’s she?”
Rocco hesitated.
