Alessandro POV
Alessandro woke up to the too-familiar pounding in his skull—the lingering consequence of last night’s drinking. He really needed to lay off the liquor. The headache was dull compared to the chaos swirling in his mind.
The club. The music. The shouting. His jaw clenched as the memories hit him full force.
He could still see her on that stage, the way her body had moved, effortless and hypnotic. The way men had yelled disgusting things at her, throwing their money at her like she was just another dancer for their entertainment.
Rage burned low in his chest. He should’ve dragged her off that stage the second she started dancing.
And then—the kiss.
Alessandro swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. Had she meant it? Or had it just been a way to shut him up? A distraction
