Half a Lifetime Later—My Mafia Princess is Finally Mine
I didn't look at him, but I gave a single nod toward the door, "Go."
Remo hesitated for a split second, looking at Alessia one last time, then squeezed her shoulder and headed out. He closed the door softly, leaving us alone.
I moved then, dropping to my knees on the floor so I could look up at her. I reached up and grabbed her wrists, gently pulling her hands away from her face.
"Alessia," I said, I needed her to find my frequency. "Look at me. Look at me, tesoro."
She finally lifted her head, and it felt like a knife to the gut. Her skin was blotchy, her eyes were swollen. She looked like her entire world had just gone up in flames, and I was standing in the ashes.