Chapter fifty-five

ALESSANDRO'S POV

I opened my eyes to brightness. I felt unusually relaxed. Strange. I had slept longer than I have ever done in my many years on earth since I became a mafia killer. My body felt free and my bones relaxed.

Slowly the events of the previous days started to replay in my head.

Shit! I remember slipping into my bathtub to have a bath and then dozing off into the bathtub.

Voices…yes I heard voices…no, it was one person's voice. Isabella???

I remember her lifting me out of the tub and helping me back into the room.

Then I remembered yelling at her when she had mentioned my mother. Now that my head felt clearer I felt bad yelling at her.

I sighed and forced myself to sit up.

"Come in…" I said to whoever it was knocking on my door. I hoped it was Isabella. Then I would get a chance to apologize for yelling at her.

Mattia walked in instead.

"Boss, you look better than you were two days ago…How do you feel?"

"Days? How long have I been here?" I asked, shocked.

"Two and ma