Alessia's POV
When Leo said we were going to pay Victor a visit, I'd imagined a lot of things. A penthouse confrontation, A back-alley ambush or maybe even a dramatic showdown in some seedy nightclub.
I did not imagine an orphanage.
My blood turned to ice the moment Leo pulled up in front of the modest building with its chipped paint and sagging porch. Children's laughter echoed from somewhere inside, innocent and pure, and my stomach twisted into knots so tight I thought I might be sick.
"Leo." My voice came out strangled. "Please tell me we're not—tell me you're not going to—"
I couldn't even finish the sentence. The thought alone made bile rise in my throat.
Was this my life now? Running helter-skelter with a man who had no heart? A man who might actually hurt an innocent child fo
