AVELINA’S POV
It’s been hours and Allessandro is yet to return.
The house is not the same as the guards start to whisper. Their hands dancing on their weapons.
I stare out my window. Holding tight to the letter i had gotten from Allessandro’s office when i sneaked in during the attack. It has by name boldly written on it by Orlando.
AVELINA
Your father made a deal with the devil.
And now the devil wants his due.
Come find me, and I’ll tell you the truth he died to hide.
— O.R.
Attached to the letter was a photo of my father, shaking hands with Enzo. Allessandro beside them, younger but recognizable.
A part of me believes Allessandro is not coming back, but the other part seems to think better. I walk downstairs, notice Emilio, pacing back and forth, pale from blood loss but yet
