MarcelloI knew that old man was up to no good, it was the reason I sent Alexander to protect Solane. Don Vaka had returned to the table, having some discussion with Nonnetta but then Alex wasn't back.Could something be wrong?I excused myself from the table politely, striding towards the kitchen, hoping to meet them there but it was empty. My gaze darted across the quiet hallway, eager to see her.I pulled out my phone, calling Alex's number as impatience built up in me. The phone rang repeatedly until it went into voicemail.At this point, my mind reeled on their whereabouts until I heard a door crack open as I walked through the hallway.“Hey Marcello,” Alex called, stepping out of the guest room. Trick of sweat cascading his forehead.My gaze darted away from him, looking towards the door behind him.“Solane isn't feeling too well. I was putting her to bed when your call came in,” heMy brows furrowed immediately, “Did he do anything to her?” I asked, my fingers tightened into fi
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