Gianna
If Nico ever found out I was snooping around in here, he’d lose his mind. But my curiosity and my need to help the man I loved outweighed the risk. I switched on the lights and grimaced at the mess. Nico had wrecked the place last time we were here, and no one had bothered to clean it since. The room felt heavy and frankly ominous. Especially with that life-size painting of Alessandro hanging there.
Self-obsessed bastard.
Thankfully, I knew where the journals were kept, so I made a straight beeline for the box I found that day. I couldn’t carry all of them, but a few would be enough for now. Vittoria told me I could keep one of the spare keys, so I knew I could come back later if I needed to.
The journals were old and dusty, and I almost screamed when a spider crawled out. Th
