Chapter 101: The Price of Power

The air was heavier than usual.

When we stepped through the doors of the villa, a strange sensation took hold of me. As if I had left a part of myself in that warehouse, next to Lorenzo's lifeless body.

The sound of our footsteps echoes on the marble floor. Alessandro walks ahead of me, straight, unyielding, but I can sense the tension in the stiffness of his shoulders. His silence has never been louder.

He's used to death.

Me… I thought I could never handle it.

But tonight, watching Lorenzo's blood stain the floor, hearing his last breath escape his throat, I felt nothing.

No fear. No remorse.

Just a cold, icy pit in my stomach.

Alessandro suddenly stops in the hallway and turns to me. His dark gaze searches for something in mine—a glimmer of humanity, a sign that I'm still the person I was before.

I straighten under his gaze.

"Do you regret it?" he finally asks.

My throat tightens.

Regret?