Pov Mattia.
I land the black jet on the barren ground of my mansion and step out; adjusting my black sunglasses. It's around seven in the evening, and I'm just now returning after my week-long "business" trip. I drape my vest over my shoulders and walk a few steps to find Alessandro waiting for me; he's wearing a light blue shirt that's partially unbuttoned, revealing the tattoos on his chest and a silver Rolex on his left hand.
«He's ready for tonight's celebration»
"Have you been watching her?" I ask without stopping.
The Italian's eyebrows arch with annoyance, and I can see how he subtly clenches his jaw. What's wrong with him?
"The woman you don't know and who sent word that she'll never forgive you for such humiliation?" he scoffs, with a damnable tone.
I swallow hard and lift m
