~Alina’s POV~
Guilia and I had somehow managed to leave the house unnoticed.
Valentino had fallen asleep after breakfast, probably dulled by painkillers for his injury.
Dante and Rocco were preoccupied with some business call that sounded more like thinly veiled threats than actual negotiations.
Bianca? Don’t even know where she is, and frankly, I don’t care.
It was the perfect opportunity.
Guilia and I took one of the cars and drove out of the estate.
The air inside the car was thick with silence. Guilia sat beside me, legs and arms crossed, sunglasses on, staring out the window like she wanted to melt into it.
“You’ve been awfully quiet this morning,” I said, flicking a glance at her.
“Did something happen last night?”
“Nothing happened.” Her tone was clipped, defensive.
“Real
