Chapter Thirteen.
Francesca's Pov
The following morning, I paced up and down the corridor outside Alessandro's room, waiting.
It did not take long before I heard an unmistakable footstep approaching.
"Francesca," Vincenzo's voice called from behind me, smooth but with the familiar bite of authority. "Come."
I spun around, my mask in place. I followed him through the hall, down towards the private room where Alessandro was recovering. I braced myself for something, anything but not what I saw.
The guy was sitting without a shirt. Eating oranges.
The same dude who'd gone almost fatal from a shot to the shoulder. His skin was already re-knitting itself where I'd stitched him up. Steady respiration. Barely in the sling.
What the hell? I was even shocked but I attempted to keep my fac
