Alessandro's POV
I sipped gently from the glass of whiskey in my hand, still watching Amelia who was still in the dungeon, groaning in pains.
For some reasons, I still wanted to keep her there to prove a thing; that I was merciless and unforgiving as she had mentioned.
I didn't want her to think I was weak with my emotions. Never.
But I changed a bit of my plans and ordered her to be served only once a day.
Gianni walked in after knocking and stood behind me, watching me.
"What do you want, Anni?" I asked without turning around. Even without looking at him, I could feel his intense gaze on me.
What could be wrong?
"How did the talk with Regina go?" He asked, placing his hand in my shoulder this time.
I chuckled and swung his palm away. "Don't provoke me, Gianni
