Domenico
I made sure Chiara had disappeared completely before I took out my phone and sank into the couch.
My expression hardened again, the softness Chiara had stirred in me replaced with coldness.
I dialed Abel’s number, and he picked up on the first ring.
“You’ve got a meeting in thirty minutes. Where the hell are you? I’ve been calling you, but you’re snubbing my calls,” he rushed the moment the call connected.
I frowned. I hadn’t even noticed that he had called. “Reschedule whatever meetings and appointments I have for today. I need you to handle something for me.” I rubbed my temple.
“What is it? You sound… off.” Abel’s voice softened.
“Chiara sneaked out of the house today. She went to meet the Gallos and came back with a red face.” I paused, biting my inner cheek.
“What?” A
