BIANCA’S POV
I woke up in small increments, feeling more anxious each time. I couldn’t shake off the worry that Luca was with those men, even though I knew he was supposed to be with Giovanni. After the sixth time, I sat up and tried to stand, but my legs didn’t cooperate with me.
I was in Alessandro’s room—the black and white accents lit up in warm lights were a dead giveaway. It had been a while since I had seen this room, especially since Alessandro had made his main residence the Villa.
“You’re not allowed to get up,” a baritone voice I was very familiar with sounded above me. I jerked and looked his way. Alessandro was sitting on the chair beside the bed, with his knuckle supporting his head. The dark circles under his eyes from before were worse, and his face was gaunt like he hadn’t slept at all in days. My heart ached on his behalf.
I stretched my hand out to him, and he leaned in like he always did, shifting from the chair to the bed, instinctively getting closer. “Is Luca wi
