Alessio POV
"f*****g hell." I was in pain as I tried to adjust myself in my pants, shifting uncomfortably in my room.
The frustration gnawed at me, raw and relentless.
Isabella’s scent lingered on my skin, a ghost of her last touch, and it drove me insane. It was more than want—it was a need that sat in my chest like a ticking bomb, ready to blow if I didn’t keep myself under control.
I forced a breath through my teeth, running a hand through my hair, trying to pull myself together. The knock on my door was sharp, breaking the restless silence.
“Come in,” I growled, not in the mood for interruptions.
Dante stepped inside, his expression dark, eyes flicking over me before narrowing. He knew better than to ask questions I wouldn’t answer.
“We have a problem,” he said, voice low and ev
