Alessandro POV
He waited with bated breath as the call connected, the low, repetitive beep of the dialing tone filling his ear. Once. Twice. Would she even answer?
“Hello?” Gina’s voice came through on the third ring, sweet, soft—too soft.
Alessandro froze. The sound of her voice clawed at something inside him. For a second, his mind betrayed him, bringing back the warmth, the intimacy of her whispered words from before. But then—
Oh yes, Daddy. Just like that.
His grip tightened around the phone, knuckles turning white. The image of her with his father, her breathy moans—his father’s name on her lips—flashed behind his eyelids like a sickness.
He was going to kill her.
A sudden shove against his shoulder snapped him out of it. Alessandro blinked, his vision clearing as his eyes met
