ANTONIO'S POV.
The doorbell rang on cue as I walked past the kitchen doors, perking my head slightly out. A subtle groan escaped Macinni's lips as he eyed me like a starving predator.
"Go get the door, stop gawking," I ordered, dabbing my wet strands of hair with a towel. I fumed beneath my breath, hating how the day had turned.
Macinni and I had spoken not a word of it. He knew I needed my patience and my personal space.
It'd been a lot to take in, and I couldn't believe it — Alessia had kept the goddamned baby she was so knee-bent on aborting. I remembered vividly how much he'd gone down the hole of despair. I'd watched his unhealthy obsession over Alessia grow, and I tried my best.
It took him years to crawl back out.
And finally, he'd started to heal, build up a life of his own w
