ALINA
I took a shower, dressed, and left my room in less than ten minutes.
Pietro was standing outside my door. "He's in the living room."
I nodded, dragging my hair into a ponytail. "Does Luca know he's here?"
"No. I believe he left for his meeting before your uncle arrived. Would you like me to inform him of the guest in his house?"
I shook my head. I could deal with my uncle myself. He wasn't the kind of enemy I needed Luca's help with.
When I reached the dining room, I found Uncle Roberto seated at the table, eating the breakfast one of the housekeepers had prepared for him.
He took small, precise bites, like he was a gentleman, and not someone who had blood on his hands.
I inhaled deeply. The last time I had spoken to him, he had slapped me.
He wouldn't da
