Alessio's Pov
I woke up to the faint sound of waves crashing outside the window, sunlight seeping through the linen curtains, warming the edge of the bed. Gabriela lay beside me, her back rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her hair was splayed across the pillow, tangled and soft like silk. I didn’t move. I just stared at her, like an i***t, tracing every curve of her face with my eyes, trying to memorize the way her lips parted slightly in sleep, the way she looked peaceful… untouched by all the chaos.
But of course, peace never lasted long.
My phone buzzed, the nose sharp and loud. I flinched. Gabriela stirred, mumbling something I couldn’t catch. I reached over the nightstand and grabbed it. It was Vicenzo.
My anger flared. If course it had to be one of these motherfuckers.
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