As I unlock the door, the banging stops abruptly. Alessandro’s eyes immediately narrow.
“What the hell was that? What were you doing in there with him?” he asks, his voice low and menacing. I would say I was scared, but right now, I’m just over him. Luca is standing behind him, looking more focused than angry. His eyes move between me and Michael, who’s still tied up, a smirk on his lips.
“Renée!” Alessandro blurts out, and I scoff, brushing past him as if his question barely registers.
“I needed to talk to him,” I reply, keeping my tone calm but firm. “And you’re not going to kill him… not until I say so.” He creases his brow in confusion as his expression darkens. He steps closer, towering over me.
Luca walks over to where Michael is, still bound to the chair, seemingly unfazed.
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