Alessandro's POV
Shit! I cussed through gritted teeth.
After a stupid thunderous laughter from Russo, the call came to an end and I angrily slammed my phone on the owner's seat.
My car zoomed across the road as I moved with fast speed.
No, that couldn't be true. Amelia should be at the lounge and not with Russo.
I picked up my phone again and put a call through to Gianni.
"How the f**k did that bastard manage to scurry in!" I yelled, "where is Amelia?" I asked and his next words surprised me.
"She is still at the lounge, Capo. I can see her from my tab, she's still in bed."
A wave of relief rushed down my spine and I sighed heavily.
That dickhead!
How dare he lie to me!
That wasn't what was important right now and I should care less whether he was a basta
