Alessio was quiet throughout the ride to the estate.
His jaw was tight, his hands gripping the steering wheel as though it might betray him if he let go. I didn’t dare break the silence, not with the tension radiating off him in waves.
When we pulled up to the mansion, I hesitated before stepping out.
I bit my lips as I watched him walk in the front.
What had happened after he left the office? Why was he suddenly so upset?
I gulped rubbing my hands on my arms.
The moment we entered, I saw Nicolo waiting in the foyer, his face pale and his arm in a sling. My stomach dropped.
“Nicolo,” I whispered, rushing over to him. “What happened to you?”
He managed a crooked smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Occupational hazard.”
“Oh my,” I said, my voice rising with concern. “Y
