Alessio’s POV
Nicolo swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the barrel of my gun. I could see the fear in him, but he wasn’t backing down entirely. He had the audacity to speak, and in this moment, it grated on me more than ever.
“You think I’m afraid of you, Alessio?” he said, his voice low but uneven. “You’ve pointed that thing at me before, and yet, here I am. Still breathing.”
“Don’t push me,” I warned, my grip steady on the gun. “Because right now, I’m thinking it might be a good time to change that.”
Nicolo sighed, forcing a smirk, though his eyes betrayed him. “I’m just saying what everyone else is thinking. Luciana was the right choice. And this—this little game with Isabella? It’s a distraction. You’re losing focus.”
“Then go date her,” I snapped, my voice sharp enough to cut thro
