Sophia POV
“i***t! Where could he have gone?!” Sophia grated out, pacing the little motel room. Dante was on the phone with Salvatore, trying to figure out where Alessandro would have gone.
“Hmm, yeah, we watched the video. Yeah, he was pretty upset…” Sophia heard Dante saying.
“Pretty upset? He was crushed,” She added—her mind drifting back to that kiss in the car. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. It had been filled with sorrow and raw pain, but also passion and fire. No one had ever kissed her like that.
But she had to stop it—she shouldn’t have done it in the first place. She was not some rebound that Alessandro got to use. No, Sophia had higher standards. She treated her body like a temple and she would be damned if she let any guy use it.
“Salvatore hasn’t seen him
